song of the guy who inhabits this poem

The guy who inhabits this poem is a mensch
He would like nothing more than to watch Judi Dench
do Lady Macbeth with a cat on his chest
and a big bowl of popcorn and Milwaukee's Best

The guy who inhabits this poem isn't picky
He'd rather eat marshmallows stale than too sticky
He loves to have friends over for SVU marathons
That turn into increasingly rough truth-or-dareathons

I wish you could meet him, the guy in this poem
For more than two years he's been living alone
His internal monologue is a sad interrobang
Because none of the other poem guys want to hang.