Good day, loyal chum
In the past, you bestowed what I distressed
And posed naught in return

The single strike to satisfaction
When your angelic cinders begin their twinkling ballet
Accompanied by a symphonic mist
That fabricates a society
Of my own arbitration

Evoked to my lips
I receive your musical alkali
And exhale a choral parade
Of septic essence

Maddeningly, I conclude that you in fact do enquire
Recompense of a copious degree
You want my virility
And to cripple my liberty

Why such a conducive lover?
Your treason is a bitter release
From a sultry endeavor
That would ultimately ratify
The commonplace convictions
From scorned lovers of your past