Too Bad

I wish I could transcribe

poems, epic of dirty French kisses,

orgasmic ‘neath rainbows

spread ‘cross the coasts of Ireland.

But I listen to music, American.

Suicidal Tendencies

You Can’t Bring Me Down.

I’m a heathen with a heart, and

not what you deserve. My love,

you deserve something lovely—

something uttered When in Rome.

Or perhaps something celestial.

How ‘bout Just like Heaven?

You’ve always had The Cure.

Too bad I can’t accept it.

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