of my demise, there was no Fate that knockt my door,

IN THE WEE WEE WEE HOURS

of my demise, there was no Fate that knockt my door,

nor did it matter to the salesladies nextdoors

a dont identical to a nevermore

and a dont cum bak agin

whose Sinn, cardinalized sin

had better stick

so 'twill stick

i jammed crammed Her Blood in the same loci

as all the priors, accursed , the revers`d;

the unsharpen`d the dik

must needs to uncircumcise

must say i was just in a wild imagined fancy sik

and sik ness must in cure end idolatry

which as vex

becomes b cums Her hex