LIKE YOU III

I could like you

I could learn to like you.

I could become the kind of man

who'd tolerate errant ways

your irresponsibility

your betrayals of the flesh.

I could magically transform myself

into an understanding sort,

the kind of hero who will suffer the indignity of you

over and over again.

I could enter a state of grace,

and love your prattle

adore your idiocy

revere your revolting style.

I could change.

I can become another.

I could learn to like you.

But I wouldn't hold breath.