1600

1600
You are masculine perfection
Genius intellect wrapped within an adonis physique
No riddle that could not be solved
No mountain that could not be moved
But every superman has his kryptonite
And I know yours
For all your wit and might
A lowly burrito is your undoing
Consume one and into deep sleep you fall
Not even the tempest can wake you
Nor my frequent phone calls
(wake up already!)

Today you walk the Windy City
Nearing the end of a long tunnel of academia
This journey has taken a lot out of you
But it fails to take your smile
There’s still a sun behind those clouds
And you still brighten peoples’ days

The world may run on Dunkin
But Chicago runs on you