Beats, Fleets and Streets of Rage

Beats, fleets and streets of wits won’t quit over indiscreet tweets Posted and pasted in error as you withdrew your succulent sweets To banish and punish my wish to fish from another dish I chose and you froze to pause the rose that arose from my roving radish. Beats, fleets and streets of wits won’t fit bits and pits of despair Wrapped and swapped in error as you withdrew your wish to repair Traps into which we’d fallen as short-termism and feminism took over Our decision and vision to enable our love to discover its glow and recover. Beats, fleets and streets of wits won’t meet writs and sleets of sin Committed and condoned in error as you withdrew your wish to pin Our hope on slopes of serenity and dignity of the love We strove to grow in consonance with its plan announced from above. Beats, fleets and streets of wits won’t tweet skits and slits of malice Mounted and recounted in ounces and bounces on the chalice Brandished and garnished to prove wrong the sage Whose wisdom in our kingdom killed deals of rage.