Love Lout.

LOVE LOUT.
sneak.

Will you love me after gonorea?
Will you still be there when I'm all clear?
Will you cast away primeval doubt?
Could you fall in love with a lager lout?
Will you share the visions in my sleep,
determined that I will not creep -
into the arms of carnal highs.
Ignore, my love, my sleeptalk sighs.
For I am weak and full of... woe.
Say the word and I will go,
deep into night and self-combust.
How bright I'll burn to gain your trust.
As miserable as summers end.
Your suicidal toy-boyfriend.
Battered, broken, guaranteed -
to spread intoxicated seed.
The broken fall of new-mankind.
Stunted feelings cower behind -
a solid wall of womanhood.
So constantly misunderstood.
So under-estimated by -
every single stupid guy -
that took advantage of a moon.
How easily we name that tune.
In grunts and groans in seconds flat.
Tripping over 'Welcome' mats,
I toast this night and all who fall.
We are the weakest of them all.

sneak