- Taw Francis]
Inner self caught-up with pretence
Oh Lord have mercy.
Critique farewells and hostility unlawful interests-
done growing for this ditches gaze
Guaiol cent afflicted without amends
The flames set off dealings misled upheld ends
Like guillotine thoughts ferry to no mends
An intrigued person that I am with no in-born bends?
Mumble muzzles ringers aloud awaiting jot
Build now or later not
Chastity abbess yet mindful thought
Such a blessing in disguise you ever got
Love me now as am living and able to respond
Leave me now as I will be able to endure
Cheat and play now as there won't be no other time
Cherish me by mine thoughtful delights, in thee
For later than now is time sorting-
and it favours you not
Poor me poor you.
Wonder what that says who.