Ravenous as sly dog
Avid upon the street level
Seeking annuity
Smells of the sensual

Languishing wanting
Vintage yearnings
Come greeteth me to mine death
Take the blade from among mine neck
As the flow is decorated with turquoise shield

For wherein's the real?
Of Shakespherian romance
Tired of the same old play,
As some tis say

Broke by night
Released by day

FRINGED hair cometh out

A smile I couldst say that I haveth
But truly a lie it shalt be
When shalt one giveth their all
To loveth all of me?