Nula

You who’re always light, spares me all the doom, won’t ever see me cry, within a sea of sharks, your smile arrives on cue, beams while I lark, gives me a crass disguise, a lover of buffoons, tries to make me wise, I walk like a tank, to the try on cube, my hair unwashed lank, it blows around your eyes, behind TV's fake news, across a bridge of sighs, you're no dismal crank, your spirits lift the room, know I’ll always thank, what you call the issue.