We are not blue-breasted wrens my love,

Though at times intoxicated by your reed-like trill,

Beckoned by your call,

Still, we are not and never have been,

Yet I built this fragile nest of my own free will,

Churring notes consumed by riot of it all,

So what if we can blurt and chirp the code?

And felt our first infatuation would inspire

Something in us to light a candle,

To fill my heart and lungs with orbs of gold,

To place my ear upon your chest to listen to the fire,

Of illusions far more sinister than I could handle,

Would be beyond the pale of decency,

So in your gaudy plumage you flit and flirt,

Deliberately throwing shade between us,

And prostrate your desperate politeness for sincerity,

Diamond words when wiped clean reveals only dirt,

And regretful memories of your lying ass lips around my penis,

Your lips around my penis,

Your lips around my penis,

Your lips around my penis….

-- แทนไท

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[Edited 5/22/11 10:36am]

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