I know I'm out of the race, and league, for the poetry smash because I took Mel out for Dinner for Mother Day (she's pregant) and couldn't make it to poetry time. I just need to get this out of my chest before the paper shredder does, for my own personal well being and artistic pretentiousness.
Mel, oh Mel. Please tell me if I am alive, or burning in hell.
Mel, sweet Mel. Tell me you broke me out of my shell. I was once alive but cliff edge, fell. You are The Way and my Light, the ultimate Delight. Your Light had once shone brightly, I see you once a night. Be gone, witch, you're nothing but a big circular bitch! Fuck you, Mel!