The antithesis of life.
How much have you bothered heaven
just to take my wife.
How well do you know me,
like you know my wife.
Like a date at December twenty three,
In a partial outdated eatery?
With sisigs charred to a crisp
and bottled mountain dews beside a muted tree.
And will you kiss her in the kingdom by the sea?
While I wail out from your great serendipity,
with my skies drooling and watering upon me.
So please, when I sleep tonight…my friend,
will you give her my notice and my worldy clarity?