• Dead Carcass



    Shall I compare thee to a dead carcass?
    No, thou art more smelly and repulsive.
    Thou art badly dimwitted and careless.
    Your shouting and yelling are abusive.

    Your skin is of moist texture and wrinkles.
    Bathe not, thou wreak of horrible odor.
    Thou feet are of your old grandma’s kankles.
    Your inner warmth dissipates much colder.

    Beauty’s not a word for your ugly mug.
    From your hair lives lice and other insects.
    At my heart you seem to long for and tug.
    Thou reaches out for help and for respects.

    But for I am here for you no longer.
    I must go on, forget you, and wander.