My Social High

“I love your work, I would love nothing more than to support you!”

Saying these things, my kind words make you happy; This feeds right back into me.

Joy makes me love the world and its flaws; For sure, I know that this is true.

Supporting and helping others fills my heart, and brings me immeasurable glee!



A new friendship, or possibly a new idol;  Both thrill me, my heart pounding nonstop.

Artistic wonder entraps my soul; I am exhilarated by you, no matter what I try.

I am eager to help, and happy to; I am drawn to your work more than a pig to slop.

Winding my way through your work, I always seek to placate this: my social high.



Meeting a new talent makes my heart jump, and causes more blood through my body to pump.

Enduring criticism like a rock in a storm, I am aware that my condition is far from the norm.

Being without a friend can leave me in a slump, but conversation enlivens my bloody lump.

Excitement infests me like a swarm, and passion and glee inhabit my bulky, artistic form.



I am benign, I swear; Friendship is all that I want, and supporting you fosters this force so great.

If you prosper, we both bloom with happiness; If you do not, I will help you even more!

Age, color, nor blood type really matter; If I like your work, I'd love being your best mate!

Written word or painted picture, I'm sure that there's something you have that I'll adore!





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