Yay, let's try this again. Post a few lines of poetic crapiness, responding to the previous few poetic lines of crapiness. The best part is, you can interpret the lines as anything you want. You never know where these will end up.

Riddle me this.
If we must love to produce,
and we must produce to love,
what of that man
under that street lamp,
on that street corner,
in those street clothes?

Sense you know not,
if you cannot figure this riddle thus.
Riddle me this.

Nay, why would thy ask of me the man under the street lamp,
on the street corner,
in those street clothes?
For a man is but a man...
if thy wish is to know of him more,
simply ask him.

Ask him not,
For alone one may wonder in peace,
But two may yet cause strife;
Let him lie.