Tuesday, September 4

A Fifteen Minuet Poem Conceived at Midnight.

She Likes Him,
While He likes Her.
She thinks of No-One, save for Herself.

She grows with Envy.
He grows with Rage.
She with Narcissism, into the Grave.

Now that He comes,
What will He think?
All three consumed with Passion,
But with Hearts that are Weak.

If they had Loved
Him on the Throne,
They would not have bothered,
But their desires disown.