Long Lost Deadpan Twins: An Ode To Bob Newhart 

I consider him a poet

He is me and I am him

We have never met 

But we share a very specific commonalty 

We are simply deadpan

We tell it like it is 

We have no fucks left to give 

We just say it and hope it lands well

His dry Chicago charm intertwined with my New York blunt  

He may not be a traditional poet

But he is one my favorites 

I know we would enjoy each other’s company 

Tossing deadpan art and humor back and forth with one another 

A game of catch with my long lost twin, Bob Newhart 

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