Thy Food
Morning you just blush at eye clash
You think about last day's bash
Before another love hangover
Obey what the feelings handover
Do you think I can't cross over
Yet I took after Oliver?
Feast you on me for thy fortitude
Or you won't, more in magnitude
R.I.P, I dedicate to their dire attitude.
Yearn for some more food
Omitting what they feel is good
Unmask covered festive mood
Missed by you is only my past
Yield all the present core and crust
Belittle their acts of doom
Announce your charming Prince to groom
By denouncing rife acts of doom
Erase wishes of occupying in us a room
Light on me
Act for me
Speak for me
Sleep for me!
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