Stale Rant

I wallowed in your sickly slime
and wondered how to reconcile
my feelings with your cheerful doom.
How could I fall for one so crude?

We sneered at love, and hated
with a fervour that extinguished breath;
consumed by such delicious fare
our passions turned to wine and beer.

Unsheathed, your soporific sword
released a mighty flow of turds,
and now, afloat, my thoughts snore past
themselves, in streams bereft of prose.

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