A poor dealer of paltry words
Songs without courtly chords
A famished reticent rhymester
And barren vicious versifier

Living in a shabby broken room
Where redolence of senses loom
Reeking of musty instant coffee
Funky wine and stale whiskey.

Under ebon shades, dank and chill
In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell
I traversed the depths of the human heart
And found you clenching a vital part.

Enthralled of the dabbling discovery
Pulled a chair and try unskillfully
Observed the astounding illusions
And write the wry perambulations

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