Very few men regret respect.
He let letters spell tense verses,
Perfect sentences expended stench.
Let be the rebel.
He never knew tender revenge.
He fed severed eyes every week.
He defended her when men,
Wrecked her.
The teeth felt cement,
The red, wet,
Perfect emergency mess.
The new men weep weekly,
When twenty peppered teeth,
Seep neck deep.
Her sweet self descends,
He deserves respect,
Never-the-less,
Endless weeks were spent.
Defy her energy,
Let hell center her.