Life,
Not wife,
Is a short edged knife.
Exposed in a rife.
Routine's always a strife.
Smelling the fragrance
Sensing the essence
Of the incensing day,
I opened my luxurious closet;
Folded my amorous blanket;
Left a note to luscious Winslet
(my landlady from the House of Morissette)
To follow my ill-boding mindset.
I am Hermano.
Desire to smother an amigo
Who has a monstrous ego.
Well. I have to go.
