A dastardly cad--whose rapport with poor woman so bade
From a sad and deplorable origin--made
Up some hope to the level of chorus
In Heaven, but effort went hardcore to porous.
He wanted the trunk of a person to squeeze.
He wanted the plank in a sternum to creak.
He wanted the ender for typical pleas.
He vaunted the lender of skin to his cheek.
Intoning his voice with an innocent wrap, he would speak
In a way that would always enrapture her, pique
Once per day the predictable capture
And killing of doubt of exravagant stature.
"You never were given a chance to have much.
Apparently, parents could budget enough
Disparaging blaring for leaving you such
A specimen lessened by essence of tough."
The message was edible, edified pride as it fed
With a nourishing courage that ended her dread.
He was right. If two parents were better,
Then nothing encountered could ever upset her.
Permission was granted for feeling relief.
Her mission: to live by specific decree.
"Attrition of joy, the addition of grief
Were issued from others--I fault them, not me."
Rewarding the guy who had justified every mistake
Was a goal, and some holes were the way that could make
Him a gracious repayment. His caring
And wisdom and patience were ego-repairing.
An impetus drove him to orifice filled.
Impetuous lechery leveraged his will.
He severed all manners when whim got fulfilled
Then quickly had quitting her quim as a thrill.
"I lied when you cried, for inside me was hiding a scheme
To advance on the damage-prone damsel, to seem
Sympathetic when hearing your telling
Of stupid, pathetical lesson-repelling.
A human like you is responsible for
Deciding to decimate life, your accord.
Once penis from me is a type you ignore,
Then maybe your fate can amass fortune hoard."