sswet

Alas, my love, you do me wrong
to cast me out discourteously,
for I have listened to your c-rap
for oh so long, there is no turning back.

Your messages held with laced hands,
read by the greenest of eyes,
and never, never questioned,
for you were for my eyes only.

Therein lay the problem:

You also were for every female avatar
on Answers, not just the Poetry Section.
What was that country you supposedly were from?
Something called "Women Are For Collection"?

"Women Are For Boring Lies?"

Alas, my love, we all know who you are.
Alas, my love, you are nothing good for us.
Alas, my love, give it a rest.
Because, my love, you failed our test.


Elysbeth