I want to devour your past

and be your future

but it wouldn't last

because I am a sepulcher

If my every day

were as lovely as you

I would be swell and gay

as a rich Jew

But we have a divide,

deafening as a bass drop,

so I slide into a noxious tide;

fitting for a fey fop

I want to want you dearly

but I am as rubber

pliable and possibly

becoming dumber

So I'll pull my foot

from my ugly mug

and dress myself in soot

to kill this lecherous slug