im so lonely im gonna mert myself
October 17, 2022 at 12:46 pm
i groweth melancholic, i beginneth to chant in rhyme
tonight, mine own girlies commit the blasphemous crime.
at home, high-lone, saturday night, i weepeth.
all out, who holdeth me? nay w’rds, not a peepeth,
wh’re art mine companions? o, wh’re didst thou go?
mine own belly ricochets with dread, guilt, perhaps woe?
i send for mine own bestie, clubmates, any friends.
i send for all, but nay response. this might not but be the end…
past seizures of sorrow, i recognize there be
a brother with real eyes, who can heareth me,
and useth thine real eyes to realize all real lies.
behold! the powers of MERT, holiest and wise.
taketh me hence in an ambulance, a warmeth forehead’s kiss
any type of care wouldst sendeth me in a state of frenzied bliss.
but i wilt summon those pious folk with
a drinketh, 'r two, 'r five. god be swift.
i useth mine own shot glass with theen broken button
to unleash mine demonkind, a monstrous whiskey'd glutton
two hours passeth by, i did drink an ocean’s worth
to heavily sedate a childing mistress giving birth.
i waiteth and waiteth and waiteth and waiteth in fear.
doth nay one loveth me? should i finisheth this beer?
that i should fade hence from this cruel world?
but alas! a door knocketh, mine own heart a-swirl.
“mert! dear mert!” i che'r with all mine own lungs
those gents lodging me on a stretcher, campus heroes unsung
forget the bill… their untame red uniforms maketh me throb
forget mine own friend! i has't mert! alloweth those folk doth their job
mertmrufngjimertbk kisseth meeeeeee
dont touch my clotters mert woman!!