This poem is a response to a poem by Andrew Marvell called “To His Coy Mistress”. You can read it here, or you can just enjoy the response as a stand-alone piece.
To the Sushi Lover
Had we but world enough and time,
I would not harken to your rhyme.
You speak of loving all the day,
But sadly, I don’t feel that way.
I’d run to Indian Ganges’ side,
If only from you I could hide.
This sushi love — it cannot grow.
So cold. So dead. Why don’t you know?
Had you ten years or eighty-eight,
You still would find me full of hate.
I wish Time’s cart would run you o’er,
Then I would be free! Evermore.
Thy putrid breath would never cloud,
This world, if you were cloaked in shroud.
So as I live in fear, I run,
And I can never be your one.
Long as we travel round the sun,
Until your death, I’ll always run.