I need the summer,
as the winter's
subscribed
Agony of my liver,
with the sheets
open as my shivers
leave me trembling.

I know you've been accosted,
before we were acquainted
What's commanded
and in return gets defeated,
and a melody's lost in the beat.,

Are the fortunately beautiful,
are a favorite obligated,
In the breeze, rusty corrugated
I never negotiated prettiness,
in a ceiling of surrogates
colors to the cornices.

And in fighting,
the white of oil painting,
gets lost to yellowing
no windows glaring,
Only in summer heat,
The food between your teeth,
annoys others,
but never me....
or the corner of your grin......