Sorry dear angel,
For believing a maggot could nest
Upon your angelic shoulders,
Breed and grow under the glare,
Of such beautiful hair,
And revolt, and disgust,
Anybody who’d gaze upon us pair.
Sorry, dear nature,
For believing a crop of tainted love,
Grey and wilting seeds of wheat,
Long gone from the golden glow,
Could grow on you,
Even in such a lushes field.
Sorry, dear girl,
For believing I could love you,
And I’m sorrier dear girl,
For knowing that you love me,
While I crawl on my stomach,
Leaving my slime on your body,
At every step we take,
You’re harbouring me.
