one's druthers

darling,
I would rather be with you
than locked
in the deepest cell
of the darkest dungeon,
shackled in irons hanging
from stone walls, left
without water for days
or air or light, to starve

without your delightful ways.

I would rather be with you
than slapped in the face 'til
I throw up drunk and realize
all of existence is a simulation

run by a sound and furious idiot,
signifying everything

I would far rather, far better
have all your love

than be shot through the heart
by a chimpanzee
who could not be blamed.

He was badly trained, or
it all came about accidentally

- that's assuming I die. If I survive
that would be one hell of a story,

right?

I wouldn't mind that. But you,
though - you. I would still rather be
with you,

no question at all
about that

From first sight.