June 27, 2016 – 6:46 pm – San Francisco, CA
Hath thee known,
That all you’ve done has sullied my soul?
Generous as fruit,
Who’s barren as brute,
But unheld by all you ensured was right.
Your sweet pearl body,
For it seems it shan’t never come onto me –
See what you’ve done to me!
No, do not, no more,
I have taken sakes for far too large of stakes,
Behold, stay, still, stay:
My grammar has taken bluntness,