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