A poster boy for disappointment

An Obscene Dream

Contempt dreamt an obscene dream with me the lead. Where I wrote a rhyme of reasoning of the duality of man, A hopeless trope of sentiment written by my less deft left hand. I penned these feigned tales as fables of fortune, sold for wholesale price, wry verses of vice and delight, But then I awoke in Catford bus garage, following a failed and hopeless Ménage à trois with two crude unmoved prostitutes.

Date: 14-09-2017