Hand Sanitizer -- A Love Story

One pump, two pump, three pump, four, All I can do is think, “I want more.” The germs are everywhere; some real, some not, Your mellifluent essence saves me from that torturous lot But my stomach is queasy, my heart feels faint, You are one quarter diminished; I have no energy for constraint I know this intense love we share is only as long as you last It is true our affection is like an environmentalist’s to liquefied petroleum gas Yet I try not to anticipate the moment we must sever our sacrosanct sweetness As that accentuates my already aggravated apprehensiveness This pure powerful passion proves we are like a one hued chameleon some say But all of us are the same in our own idiosyncratic way I can relax, my arrhythmia has ceased, I know there is always another Quietly primping on the shelf, sometimes half off, enticing me, yet why do I bother It is simple really, when the sign says, “Sanitize Frequently” I am so at ease I nonchalantly say “More hand sanitizer please!”