MERCILESS AND MIRTHLESS
TILL YOUR CURVES COME TO CURB IT
AS I COMPLIMENT YOU IN CURSIVE
No ones discerned
What death or birth is
Why we go to bars or to churches
Or why we long for our first kiss
all my concern is
that i can be earnest
The purpose of earth is
To be in your service.
All else is worthless
You are a furnace
Where i’ll burn till im wordless
My poetrys perfect
Because you deserve it