A Pome

“A Pome”

I
They say "Destruct!"
And they deathstruck me.
Tell me why:
Is an agent's wife an "agenda"?
Why are gentlemen like gentle lemons?
And ladies aren't laid?
Or is it too laid!?
De-baiting with fishes in a pond of my split pierceonalities.
Screw this world with all its orgynality!
Like few males penisolated.
I swear, my writing isn’t cursive.
"Oh, you're so darn immercyve"
Apologies! - "Except it!"
Punyking is panicking
For he’s not a royal,
But a talkin’ jester.


Il
Allone in a cell.
Never felt so locky!
So clocky.
They want to hear the heyest.
All right them, I’ll give ‘em a pair o’ ducks.
Geeeeeesee, that’s  so l’ame.
Soul what? I’m not the one to blame:
In every word
There’s a discord.
It's time to fight like a combat ant!
Can't.
Can't.
I'm annual "Can't"...

Ill
Was a bookworm so ready.
Eyes are somewhat reddy.
And, Mummy, Taddy (bear in mind)
That I'm one of kind-
er...
Gardn!
Gardn!
A kid napped!

I’Ve
Wineing with bloody tears.
A loathe of bread.
O, Jeenz.
Save me from Le Vice, Le Vice!
My mined would not suffice
With this wordsmythology.
So I may sink.
But I’ll sink singing.
And thinging ("mind of a matter" as a mother of act).
But, but, but…
An incomprehensible butterance.
Like some greecy Romeo.
Approached by a beautiful beast
In a corpus of a woman.

VIVA
No, my switty.
It’s all right.
I laugh you.
You mache my head spin.
I wan’t to embrace your ropy arms
And stuck-out ribs.
And she comes up.
Closes her eyes.
She gives me hints and tips:
A POKE O'LIPS.