To Insults

I used to, to a certain number of degree, live by you. When

I wanted one of you, you were ready,

You'd draw near forth nasty, direct, and intending to hurt

Ah, what a great satisfaction

For the space of a next to the first you gave!

You're illustrious among certain connoisseurs

Swift breath intake present to views they're excitedly aware.

You're dangerous! Your victim may be injured

Severely and/or, stirred to retaliation, strike back

With physical force. As astonishing to watch as a car desolation

Sometimes your occurring and your effects! When you originate in me

I'm afraid, as if I'd violated a certain number of promise

For the pleasure of your uncivilizing heat. in what way ever again,

Regain the territory of friendship, of propriety even? ,

(You do have single praiseworthy quality,

That you're absolute and can clean without a place

Of its accumulated junk admitting only rarely. if ever, Are you a necessity.)

Some children are adept at you, and French courtiers

Apparently were. The the preservers and the very powerful don't ne you.

"Our Saviour was not ever known to smile," wrote Baudelaire.

Neither did He use you.

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