Jae Elle: Poems

Feb 2012 · 2.2k

Jae Elle Feb 2012

to me
the most attractive
quality one can possibly
possess
is a brilliant
witty
sincere
& even mildly
childish
sense of humor

the Sad Keanu meme will
never not be hilarious

Feb 2012 · 713

.friday night.

Jae Elle Feb 2012

.friday night.

someday she'll teach herself
how to get past
all this
*******
sentimentalism
she inherited from her
mother

until then its

want

want

want

& can't have

when you go for so long
giving
& never getting back
only to find that
recently
the receiver has
some kind of heart
for repayment
but you don't know
where it lies
& you'll never ask for
the dreadful, dreadful
fear of the
consequence

well, then you start to go
a little bit

crazy

& the things that no one
should ever know
start to shimmy
out of the
carefully manufactured
woodwork
we call self-preservation

its a lonely
lonely

                                            lonely night

in the prairie

so come sing a song with me

Feb 2012 · 788

.things I should never mention.

Jae Elle Feb 2012

.things I should never mention.

a warm summer night
breathed a tangled youth
along her skin
& an old familiar ache
that could never be
eviscerated

a few acoustic lines
cleverly crafted as they sat
side by side
on the old store shelves
the silence in between
chords
amplified the desire
& all that to this day has been left
unsaid

he stopped playing
a sudden thought swept him over
she becomes tense
the wait begins
what can he say that I will
forever replay in my
troubled mind?

he leans in
a deep breath

"you smell lovely."

a frequently uttered phrase
that should have no meaning
but she'll carry it with her
until she's withered
& wasted
along with all those messy
perfume bottles

play it again
please

rainy days do awful things to my disposition.

Feb 2012 · 666

.all the bad blood between us. (10w)

Jae Elle Feb 2012

.all the bad blood between us. (10w)

remember when
I could do no
wrong?

yeah, me neither.

Feb 2012 · 992

.we've become second nature.

Jae Elle Feb 2012

.we've become second nature.

his solo journey made
its fresh, courageous start
on the waves of
*** and vicodin
& the bright, painful
color of it all
was nearly lost on her
heavy-lidded
& pale eyes

little did he know she was
a stowaway
steadily drinking up the
audacity
to make herself known
to him

but oh Lord, when
she did

you better believe he
never
forgot her

Feb 2012 · 2.1k

.Hey Davy, what do you think about lavender hair?.

Jae Elle Feb 2012

.Hey Davy, what do you think about lavender hair?.

on my better days I am
a gypsy songbird
addicted to
dying my hair unnatural
colors
wearing too much
jewelry
& swaying my hips to the
Counting Crows or
Queens of the Stone Age

on my scarier days I am
a modified hermit
addicted to
hard liquor and coffee
daydreaming about the things that
will never be mine
& blaring sad piano ballads
about rotten, undignified, but
true, true love

on my normal days
I am a mommy
my son will be a year old on
Sunday
& he is my entire soul
I am addicted to
his dimples
his laughter
& watching him sleep

if anyone were to
ever tell a tale of the
dear Latham girl, they would
have to say
"Well, didn't you know?
Davy Martin
saved his mama's life."

Feb 2012 · 672

.the double-edged sword. (10w)

Jae Elle Feb 2012

.the double-edged sword. (10w)

how can I
set you

free

& still keep you?

Feb 2012 · 1.1k

.mid-afternoon on a cement step.

Jae Elle Feb 2012

.mid-afternoon on a cement step.

sun stayed close
today
I thrive on the first
day of the year
I can wear shorts outside
though it came a bit early this year
& I won't cross my fingers
for it to stay

the front porch step
offers little else than the
neighbor
trash-talking
on the other neighbors

everywhere I go at least
one more person
has lost the power to love

I should start making fliers
spread a little hope

but I'm no good with promises
& the cigarette butts she
flicks on my lawn
make me love her a lot less
too

these apartments are
non-smoking

none of us follow the rules here

I let the sun bake my bare legs
a bit more
the babe is trying to eat
dead leaves

I wonder where you
really are

& when you're coming home

Jan 2012 · 767

.things I broke.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.things I broke.

the cover of my journal is
*****, worn with the flavor of
mandarin oranges
I have only owned it since
Christmas

I am never careful with my
personal belongings

broke the right earpiece
clean off my headphones
my left side drowns in the
silly detailed grungy
love songs
my right side listens for
the babe

broke my laptop last week
the corner hit the floor
if I keep it completely still
on the dining table
it won't shut off at
random

broke a small piece off my
food stamp card
it still works most of the time
& I'm too lazy to call them for a
new one

broke my heart trillions of times
broke eight different men
bound to break another

walked this earth for almost
twenty-two years
& I **** well managed to
break everything
but my bones

Jan 2012 · 599

.bear with me.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.bear with me.

okay

every so often
I'll get these completely
random
bursts of courage and hope
& I have to write them down
or they will float away
in the forgotten land of things
I should have done

if I can't work with diligence
to better myself
& do things that make me smile
none of this will improve
& I'll keep waking
without the desire to
soar

the spring will help
the sun will help
but I fear they might not arrive
in a timely fashion

I have to keep remembering that
there are actually people
in this world
who love me and find me quite
bearable

its all I can do to keep from
sinking into the floor
& screaming into the
flat blue carpet

thank you for your time

Jan 2012 · 426

.wait, what.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.wait, what.

I
had
a
poem
written
specifically
for
the
horror
that
has
been
today

but it doesn't matter

nothing changes

unless I make it change

& I can't through this

so what's gonna help?

he told his own son today he didn't want him anymore

Jan 2012 · 492

.gotta learn to do that lucid thing. (10w)

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.gotta learn to do that lucid thing. (10w)

I keep having
dreams
that you love me

*it *****

Jan 2012 · 728

.so much for precaution.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.so much for precaution.

let us give up something worth getting
in the first place

you remember things that
never make sense
& she writes elegies for
the living
before they even consider their
deaths

you are not the wrong
remedy
& she would dare to spend
the rest of her life
proving it
by taking far much more
than she owes
& holding it all in her
open palm

on a windy day

from February 14, 2010.

Jan 2012 · 777

.the musician.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.the musician.

he had a mad
sort of obsession
with colliding
two pieces of music
that had very little in
common
other than noise

the dissonance was often
unreal
shrill and menacing
clashed and unfocused
like four thousand conversations
all taking place in a
shoebox
that was nailed shut by his
merciless hands

"I can't think with all this
*******
sound,"
she shrieked from the
couch one day

"Precisely, darling.
I have always measured it
that way."

Jan 2012 · 1.1k

.home is where the stashed liquor is.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.home is where the stashed liquor is.

the modern-day gypsy
has an ache
that can only be settled through
the open road

a few days with her
mother
the all-American lifeline
of peace
love
& cheap bourbon
should cure her ailments
even if the small
country town
has little else to offer
than
friends, drinks, and
withdrawals
from technology

she'll
be back soon
hopefully
with a fuller head
& happier things to write about

hopefully

Jan 2012 · 595

.never been sicker.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.never been sicker.

I caught her digging
graves
one night
suspended by
the chill
& all that was
haunting

she never knew I
was there
& if I gave a rough
breath she became
lost in the
fog

I didn't know who
or what
she was trying
to bury
but she laughed the
whole time
& sang songs about
the sea

she kept
reminding herself
to never drink
beer
before liquor

Jan 2012 · 700

.always and never.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.always and never.

I was chewing on
one of the
broken
guitar strings
pondering a glorious
flight
to a faraway land
when you looked at me
& said
"that's bad for your teeth."

"I already got bad teeth,"
I say.
I fold the string with my
tongue.

"whatever, Jessie."

whatever.
where ever

ever there?

always here.

Jan 2012 · 774

.I think the last thing I told her was.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.I think the last thing I told her was.

just go and
snort some of those
bright white lines
off your iPhone
****** *****
& leave me to my own devices.

I broke the ******
laptop after
all.

Jan 2012 · 754

.ode to never standing still.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.ode to never standing still.

the air is like
heaven
today

if it weren't for the
deadly wind

but everything feels so
nice
almost like spring

I can stand in the
kitchen
& smile as I sip my
coffee

but even in these
instances
my heart still sinks
with invisible
misery
for no good reason

turn up the music
keep picking up the house
keep drinking coffee
keep smiling
rinse
repeat

please don't be afraid today

Jan 2012 · 843

.two ay em.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.two ay em.

I'm
flipping a coin
for the east
& the
west

stuck in the
middle
in the midwestern
agony
& I'm not even
ready for
sleep

I've only been to South
Carolina
as far as palm trees go
but I'd love to see Florida
& even California
someday

I feel like I was born for
them
if only to parade
around
half-naked
with my hair down
& twisted in one
hand

a drink in the other

will you still be around for
last call?

we never run on the same time

I'm not even tired
just tired
of
the plains
& the way it feels cold
& looks gray
for far too
long

not even tired
so I'll sing myself
away

Jan 2012 · 804

.running on empty.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.running on empty.

the day was spent
posting old, neglected
poetry
& ******* around on
tumblr

listening to eisley
sing about
never growing up

the babe is rocking himself
in the big yellow chair
grinning at me
its so frightening to be someone's
pure guidance
every
day

the husband is cursing at
modern warfare 3
unpoetic
harsh
rude
I'll never understand why
he calls me childish

we don't sleep around here
& when we do
no one is there to hear it

I have bad words on my
tongue tonight
& nowhere to put them
but in songs
no one listens to when I post
them on facebook

I'm addicted to this exhibitionism.

Jan 2012 · 493

.over the shoulder.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.over the shoulder.

She's been fixed on
The drastic fall
The magnificent ease
Of unraveling
To this anxious episode

They see it coming
But she swore to surprise
& if she can't turn heads
By God, she'll turn her own
& in a few years the world
Will wonder why
They never looked past
Their curtains
So brushed with
Uncertainty

But they never did put
The warrant out
For the stars in her eyes

Jan 2012 · 791

.offer something.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.offer something.

More compatible
With our drink
Of choice
Call me a martyr
& beg to greet
Thy mercy
With a taste
Of what we all
Think we deserve
To sing about

You never gave me
Much else to go
On and on
About other than
Your eyes
& the grace you
Played off
On each fingertip.

& all she wants
To do
Now is just
Burn
Burn
Burn
It all away
To every cinder.

Come pacify
Come eager
Come alone
Come to me
Come not at all

But if only to
Listen.

Jan 2012 · 664

.tales from the tile floor.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.tales from the tile floor.

I want to breathe
fire
& watch it ignite
all it collides
with

I want to deal
damage
& walk away
unscathed
& unburdened

I think I deserve
that much
but a compassionate
soul
is forever a tortured one

I want to
love
& actually be
loved
in return

Jan 2012 · 851

.green.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.green.

may you ever be
as colorless as the cold
country night
don't forget my home
in the blistered
stars
reflected on the wires
held so intricately
by your
puppeteer
I am the
cruel, unforgiving
judgement
forever against her
behalf
& behind shades of
Earth
my eyes burn with
this envy
for all I possess is
one who lays
love
with a harsh
tongue
& a heart that
craves
all you only barely
mentioned
that is long, long, long

and
not yet
forgotten

Jan 2012 · 474

.of you.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.of you.

"Let's go to bed."

"I'm not going to bed yet."

"What the ****, that was the whole reason I said let's smoke and go to bed."

"I'm not tired though."

[scoffs, leaves room] "You complain about being tired every ******* day."

of you, dear.

Jan 2012 · 1.3k

.bravado.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.bravado.

its healthy to remember
how well these fires
burn

to get right underneath
your clever skin
will take more determination
than anyone could ever
create
on trembling nerves
& a lack of hope
for your confusing seduction

its time for another party
as well as a change of
scenery
& scent

drive me to the
darkest desert
& I'll drink to our
getaway
with the top down
& my feet
as naked as your
neck against my
liquored lips

I can't afford
fear
all I have left are
pennies
salvaged only for your
thoughts
& the sweet, sweet
laughter
dancing like a broken
record
that I cannot find the
energy to turn off

I see you in my
sleep
& the mornings after
are so unbearable

I'm terrified you
might
feel the same

Jan 2012 · 886

.starving.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.starving.

she thinks its a bad idea
to ever be online
after a few pulls on her
whiskey friend
but we'll give her some
slack
just this one time
because we're dying to hear
her speak

give me everything you are
& leave nothing behind
except your love for
another
don't forget your
guitar
I'll remember your
good graces
every ******* day of the
week
if you just play me a
song
that speaks of nothing more
than sorrow
'cause that's all I ever call
home
in this hungry heart

a few more drinks
& I might be bold enough
to tell you
you're an *******
but I'll always love you
no matter
what
the sick season is

Jan 2012 · 804

.burn the witch.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.burn the witch.

she likes to pretend that
she can make anyone fall in
love with her
but she always wakes
in the morning wondering who
would care for such a
misfortune

it never really works anyway
& she catches all the
unintended fish
but she'll go on casting
her spells
forever fighting fate
in his unrequited
honor
& she'll be fighting
these tears
all the ****** unresponsive
night
if she isn't careful

the music
will always lead
her heart
to where it isn't meant
to lay
& the dreams
will always rip her
right from reality
on these cold winter
days

she is caught in the
crossfire
between her love
& her vow

if you ask her when
she'd like to escape
she'll say

"I'll never know how."

Jan 2012 · 1.5k

.3 AM.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.3 AM.

I started going to church when I was
about seven years old
when my papa was still
alive
I remember because he's the one
who dropped me off there
for summer camp
I think that was one of the
last moments
we spent alone with each other
before he died

I wish I could remember whatever
he might have said to me

Anyhow
I went to this church until I was about
fourteen years old
then they fired our youth pastor
for reasons I'll never know
but everyone will have some sort
of answer for
because this is a small town
& everyone is in trouble
for some misdeed

I started listening to rock music
& dressing in nothing but
black

oh the look on the face of every
respectable adult in this
withering town
I could have painted them all
petrified
but it didn't matter
because that's the year I met
some great long-term
friends
& we would have many
drinks and
dark stories to tell each other
later

I never attend that church anymore
but I got married in another one
& the pastor shared our last
name even though we
weren't related

my sister-in-law tells me he reminds her
of the fake plastic Tim Allen Santa

I wonder when I'll ever
fall asleep

Jan 2012 · 1.6k

.unspoken.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.unspoken.

the very lack of
self-discipline
that I seem to possess
just so happens to be the most
evil
of my demons
I don't think I made
a single ******
important phone call in
a week or five
& they all keep piling up
on my do-not-wish
list
I'm giving up my
voice
for Lent this year
& I ain't the slightest bit
religious
but I still pray for
my baby
& he can still outshine
the happiest sun
with his tiny teeth and
stubborn wit
may the little man
keep on
keepin' on
for the rest of eternity
while his mama
practices jumping back
in time
to catch her breath
& remember what it was like
to be the sun
and
never even
notice.

Jan 2012 · 636

.weathered.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.weathered.

it was the calm before
the summer storm
when their lips
met
now the smell of the
warm rain
would forever be associated
with him,
she thought
another ****** memento

to hell with it

she let those courageous
hands
make their journey
across nervous flesh and
bone
& sighed when he
promised
to be gentle
their hips would crash
together as
waves in a sea of
angry passion

she thought to remind herself
to wear that dress
every day
for the rest of her
golden life

Jan 2012 · 680

.L'amant du Montmarte [La Révolution Bohéme].

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.L'amant du Montmarte [La Révolution Bohéme].

I want you to
Belong
To me only on
Rainy days
While my bones are
Weary without
Notice

Today I shall
Call you my
Pariah
& you will
Sleep underneath
My wings

You always had your
Right to know,
Honey
But they'll steal your
Right to
Dream
& your heart has
No place
Tacked to the
Corkboard

You hid the poetry potion
Too far beyond the
Shelf
& she still caught you
In the glow of
Green
& all the beautiful
Things
Never made sense
To us.

January 22, 2009.

Jan 2012 · 600

.Two-Toned & Seasoned.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.Two-Toned & Seasoned.

Today

She wore shoes

She swore

She'd never wear

Again

& Laid *******

On the

Flower petals

For balance

To make sure they

Knew what they

Were doing

"You're wrong in all

The good ways"

She promised

Herself

& though her plight

Won't be as

Fancy

As yours

She'll wear the heels

To bear it

Enough will be

Enough

With common words

& petty foreplay

Perhaps she won't mind

The wind

No, she doesn't mind

The rain

If it falls in proper

Season

& doesn't smear

Her lipstick

She'll call it the

"Summer of Dreams"

& she'll leave it on

Your doorstep

For you to

Follow her on her

Way out of

Reason.

March 23, 2009.

Jan 2012 · 1.5k

.& goodnight.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.& goodnight.

she took the gun
loaded with benadryl
pulled the trigger
& prayed she could
sleep a ******* fantastic
lovely
dreamless
night

she'll pray for
the opposite
before she closes
her eyes

naturally

Jan 2012 · 906

.repel & compel.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.repel & compel.

some distant barely dangling star
can pull you right from where you are
& there is where I stand amazed
that not so much can shake your gaze

so the over-captivated me
has climbed the very nearest tree
an arm outstretched to try and claim
the sky that made your spirit tame

& I fail at attempts to save
your insanity that I dearly crave
nothing more could draw me to
the darker side hidden from you

& save I could if clouds would stay
to starve you from the light of day
I'd tie an anchor to the rain
& swim we would with great disdain

I will you to become that night
where stars are not what make our plight
& tragedy is not so far
as keeping you from where you are

written in 2007, I believe.

Jan 2012 · 743

.fate's gamble.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.fate's gamble.

my darling sun shines in the east
though you can't see it rising
within you dwells an ignorant beast
past all foretold advising

for you, a prince, with diamond tears
could cast gray skies away
though vibrant as your meddling fears
your smile is absent today

what for, my zealous heart
so present in the spring?
& in your thoughts the seasons part
to change their melodic ring

lady luck has cast her dice
across the horizon of gold
set your pace to further suffice
this contemplative hold

what fate might have in store for you
could harbor more than woe
to repose on words you thought to be true
so rest, my dear...lie low

written on May 8, 2006.
in the far away land of ****** attempts at rhyming, apparently.

Jan 2012 · 465

.a difference.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.a difference.

she was gone
she was gone
she was right
& I am wrong
for wanting to place myself
on an ice cold surface
without testing the waters first

I'm not home
I'm not home
so please don't
leave a message
just to prove to me that
things would never be
different anyway

should have listened
should have listened
to signs that said
she was indeed the one
forget the cause
it might be better, yeah
who knows

I sense it
I sense it
the autumn wind
& how I'd never speak
through it anyhow
'cause I'd just soak it in
for all the wrong reasons

here it was
here it was
the thought that
I'd risen above
& made myself into
something you could
hold but not hold up

written in September 2007.

Jan 2012 · 531

.not even once? not even once.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.not even once? not even once.

we give each other
very little
aside from passing glances
& beer

the night wears on
& you creep in
your arms become a vise
I have no breath

god, the work you do with your
hands alone is purely
unprecedented
sometimes I wonder...

but you laugh
I laugh
& the other guy leaves
We lose conversation
& talk about
the uncomfortable things

when I got in my car
he asked how the make-out session went

"that won't happen"

Jan 2012 · 722

.how I fell from the earth.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.how I fell from the earth.

I was not born for the
cold-weather days.

My arch-nemesis is
the old man winter himself
& his pale clouds
Of silent bitter reckoning

We fight with
wind and heartache
& we're always too tired
to carry on
so we become still
& try to understand one
another

you'd think we were in love
but I was not born for him

& he doesn't love back.

Jan 2012 · 589

.never mind.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.never mind.

going to lay in bed and think until I fall asleep.

I ate too much and I feel awful.

my house needs cleaned.

I need to pry myself away from the internet for a while tomorrow so I can do this.

I don’t even want to think.

I’m just gonna dream of a cooler life.

Mom always tells me “your day is what you make of it”

it ****** me off.

maybe I just want to be ******* unhappy.

your life gave you lemons and mine gave me rotting nectarines

fruit flies and all

yeah it ain’t that bad

but at least you got a man who loves you like you want him to

never mind, she doesn’t

i don’t know what i’m talking about anymore.

Jan 2012 · 613

.set to sea.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.set to sea.

music
daydreaming
summertime
sappy romance
liquor
chocolate
& the occasional
good laugh

are what command me

put your hands on the wheel
& your heart at this helm
--
we'll see where we

*end

Jan 2012 · 870

.he walks into a bar.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.he walks into a bar.

She says "Its been one of
Those nights
Where I can think of a million
Sassy remarks
& never speak a word of them."

There was too much
Kindness
In their borrowed blood

He can do nothing
But smile at the peculiar
Image
Of her restrained wit

She pours another
Shot
& he tries to search
Himself
For the perfect naughty
Joke.

Jan 2012 · 612

.a little lucid lately.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.a little lucid lately.

Regardless
Of the evidence
She played the happiest
Music
As loud as she could
& danced
Her soul is ablaze
& its not yet
Springtime
Just wait until the sun
Truly shines
Then you'll see a show
That woman
Will ignite her brilliant wings
& soar to places beyond
All imagination
& budget
All from the comfort of her bed
In the mental
Institution.

Jan 2012 · 885

.the ice queen.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.the ice queen.

revenge
is a dish that is best served
cold
& I've got mine on the
r o c k s
eagerly awaiting his lingering
taste
of my bittersweet
*victory

Jan 2012 · 516

.siren song.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.siren song.

Come to me
Gentle tyrant
Your lips orchestrate
Wars
Battling for the
Kiss
That never was

Come to me
Bright summer morning
Your colors are
Harsh
But I could afford to go
Blind
For some warmth

Come to me
Bottled poetry
Your taste can ignite
The fires of my perpetual
Fever
& set the whole-wide, aching world
Free

*but you always leave me wanting more

Jan 2012 · 484

.final round.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.final round.

no
enough of this

I could say that I would pin myself to the ground
through each of my toes

but that wouldn't draw you
'cause I wouldn't dare say it aloud

I could say that I don't give a ****
about anything you did to me

but that wouldn't push you
'cause you'd just feel sorry

so no

I won't speak words to your glimmering indifference
that's what got us into this ******* mess in the first place.

Jan 2012 · 439

.the resident.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.the resident.

The all-clear has
Been given
& the sun has fully
Risen
To reveal the blotched red
Face of another
Sorry aching
From which escape seems
Almost improbable
So I'll gladly clip my
Wings
& settle down in my
Depth
& debt of all the
Forgiving
That has been long spent
& wasted upon you
For I cannot see myself ever
Truly abandoning
My sleep
As you continue to
Remind me
In all this bitter forsaken *******
Glory
That this war in my head
Will never end
& the ashes will never
Part
& the drinks
Oh, the drinks will be
My only friend
When you are no longer allowed
To be
& all that's been so
Lost
& forgotten
Has come to stake its claim
in my bitter
skin & bone
When you whisper of my
beauty
& I cannot say
goodbye.

Jan 2012 · 491

.medicine man.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.medicine man.

give up the
ghost
the warmth in your toes
is hard to filter through
tears
& years
of the wrong dose
in this glass
that's ever too close
to **empty

Jan 2012 · 686

.actuality.

Jae Elle Jan 2012

.actuality.

If only every grievance
Was as much fun to
Bear
As this happens to be
This past is ever
Fresh
On my misguided
Trail
& our clever slips
From reality
Are far from over
Even though I'll always
Be cast far from
Consideration
My patience gathers in
Shallow waters
At the foot of your bed
& you've kindly given me
The cold to go
& grow along with it
I can hardly be
Satisfied with the change
In my endeavors
As long as the dark
Beneath my eyes
Has a place
To call its home
& you can hardly be
Bothered
With the taste of my
Warning
When I failed to mention
That all you gave
Will never be
Enough.