Glad To Depart From My Rampart

I could write you a blank cheque To fatten the purse you adore In the morning in a cash prayer you partake A major part of your adopted folklore Which despite tons of reticence, silence and patience I dislike To the extent moribund manners like leprosy turn me off Spewing and spawning a revulsion spree I can’t strike In search of the lost love loaf Your new lifestyle displaces Shunting aside considerations of etiquette Donning with unabashed glee your famous mini dresses Clutching tight to a neon light the ticket That flies you away, far away To a destination I wish I didn’t know Swaggering left and right to sway Opinions I deem so low they throw Icy water into my heart Where empty spaces you distill With gusto and undiminished zest as you depart My heart burning ; its peace of mind you steal To kill vestiges of the love I once held so high Far above Wealth and health considerations as for you I now cry.