I Am the Walrus
I am the walrus. You can be whatever you choose. A penguin, perhaps. Together we can learn to tap dance and join the Freaks & Oddities Show working its way north from Pensacola. We don’t have to have sex. We can keep it platonic. Read the same book by candlelight lying side by side sipping red wine in our trailer. Let people talk.
I know I’m much older, but what’s age to a penguin and a walrus? We know what’s passed between us.
Years from now, after the novelty’s worn off, we can adopt. If we’re rejected, we can kidnap something–a partridge, a pheasant, a cockatoo.
Birds of a feather, we’ll stick together until the end.