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To the Patrons who Don't want to be my Patrons because I am too much of a liability

I never thought YOU

would be so close-minded sir.



So petty and marred in the reflection of your

own asshole that you wouldn't

want to risk the reputation

you've made for yourself

as a boring little dandy,


Galavanting throughout various ranks

of noblemen and pontificating

for the sake of making sure you

haven't started lisping unconsciously



I know you think I'm FLITHY

you'd rather I was a flutist?

Maybe a baroness?

Something meek writing

watered down sonnets

about how lovely the hearth

warms my lovely little feet?


Then I'm sure you would openly

encourage me, I'm sure you

would cry my name out to

your partners afterhours


I know you won't support me sir,

Perhaps my pictures evoke

the delicate perfume of a scandal?


Or perhaps you feel a hint of guilt

when you think about my slender

little body while your fat and

pathetic wife rolls over you?


Either way, I'm afraid I'm not enough of a lady

For you to openly support my utter love of poetry and prose


I'm afraid I put my faith in you

But I realize that you are just another

Pretentious bastard who doesn't

want his dick to shrivel and

his piss to miss the bowl.


I am disgraced

by my past mistake

of respecting you


You are just another weak old pervert

who can afford nice clothes

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