Thou Droning Whoreson Baggage
Thy wart-encrusted maw compellingly
constitutes a convalescant contrast
of pulchritude, most evident in earnest
and effervescent cockcrow light,
a visage matched by the craven beige
mundanity of oneself's soiled linens
which thou art so unpleasingly
plastered against, decumbent
and dishabille
the illusion of chivalry
persists into mid-morning, slightly
ante-bruncheon, climaxing
with a most unpunctilious proclamation:
Thou droning whoreson baggage!
Copyright © Samuel Durant | Year Posted 2014
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