Don't ******* write about me
No, neither for me
Because there is nothing worse
Nothing so utterly despicable
Than the words
Of an infatuated man.
You are not Yeats,
I am not Gonne.
And I like to think
That Laura never died
But rather escaped
From Petrach's lines.
Do not treat what I tell you
As some great epiphany
As anything other
Than the words of a fellow idiot.
All I want
Is to rest
Without
Being called
A ******* muse
Some fuel
For your abhorrent
Creations
That is not me.
You are not Yeats.
But I am gone.
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 5:40 AM UTC
Don't ******* write about me
No, neither for me
Because there is nothing worse
Nothing so utterly despicable
Than the words
Of an infatuated man.
You are not Yeats,
I am not Gonne.
And I like to think
That Laura never died
But rather escaped
From Petrach's lines.
Do not treat what I tell you
As some great epiphany
As anything other
Than the words of a fellow idiot.
All I want
Is to rest
Without
Being called
A ******* muse
Some fuel
For your abhorrent
Creations
That is not me.
You are not Yeats.
But I am gone.
