Chosen Florid Fleece Sweater Sweetie (Poem)

Rip through my mysterious vibes

Drip candy on her nine lives

She smashes me with fantasies

In mashed up dreamer sweets

It’s not love, it’s not lust

It’s a robot that eats my heart

Clockwork escape into empty charms

Loveless is luck when striking cords

I found my want, but I want more

Next to me my lady that made my rib speak

OH ME this snail such a chore

Bored but snorting dreams of a big old pork

Let me find luck in your pensive stares

Prison states this rattled affairs

Flattered by jokers that ask

That I handle a fool’s biggest tears

For a queen running from folly and fears.

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