my pooped heart oozes
'baccy juices
Sad pooped heart.
Yelled abuse
And soupy juices
Smear my sad heart.
Privates parade
Their evening
Painting degrades.
Magical waves
Lift up and save
My tainted heart.
Quid-spitting done
How to go on
Poor swallowed heart
Their booze and smut
My knotted gut
My cheated heart?
'baccy juices
Sad pooped heart.
Yelled abuse
And soupy juices
Smear my sad heart.
Privates parade
Their evening
Painting degrades.
Magical waves
Lift up and save
My tainted heart.
Quid-spitting done
How to go on
Poor swallowed heart
Their booze and smut
My knotted gut
My cheated heart?
Arthur Rimbaud
Comments
Nice, as Kev said, but broken-hearted?