You endear me unnecessarily
looking past my faults, past my prime and wit
yet you’d have me extraordinarily
endeavor for love than sooner omit.
Beasts like me aren’t fit for creatures like thee
fools are suited for insignificance
so did burns of lust scald you some degree?
Can I not spurn you, hasten your partance?
Finding unwanting to part company
resolve oughtn’t we to snub out faux pas?
Accept equal yearning epiphany
after all, we both are lowly bourgeois?
So you must be quite typhlotic and blind
as I am quite uncouth and unrefined.