Her attention to meticulous wiles sparked my interest though feral thoughts lay quiescent.
As we remain foes in folly tempting lust yet hardly seeking 1 soiled in such petulance.

Connoisseur of impure thoughts I endure those overtly unable to process what I bring.
They’re my life struggles of blue nights, lone, crying wishing the Angels would just sing.

I hear the faint sound of hate, but drown it heartlessly with the utmost quickness.
I refuse to allow such refuse inside my present or future cipher business.

What is this, a grave case of my path really & truly must swallow?
Let me cast a venomous net and see what fool unduly & haplessly follows

Dyed hair & garage sale taste a thirst for youth, kind of ole St. Nickish ‘round the waist.
Just an observation from afar, a lot can be learned just try looking past who YOU are.

Venom is thy name whence ye commit to treachery with overt malicious intent.
Cinnamon kiss yet twisted in the brain; strained now sorely I ponder a shallow submit?

Hell no too strong for that as a djembe beats loudly from inside my chest.
It’s best to smile upon the psychologically perplexed lest you may find use for a ballistic vest.

We ask for truth when best to *poof* the whole sordid tale away like disposable garbage.
Always find brash cowards bringing drama forth not finishing the mess they’ve started.

Intense, we find the hapless rendering of good people fallen upon bad times.
There’s so much more to living life than plotting against fates future demise