Persons of Personhood and not Haterage:
this Building with Plus de Mal awful Bane,
Misuse, Greed, Lust, Avarice. Now what What?
Your Entrails I will Needs must Re-Arrange?
I see there has arrived the Marauders.
Did they not take Cautions from Doormen's Sighs?
How many Omens and Assignations did they Spurn
as Improbable and Impossible
Cautiously Optimistic Diatribes
on Whores in Disguise as Professors? Where
do such Ilks find a Reason to Subsist.
Those Cooks Maids Lessers Sex Slaves and Servants
have Balls where most Men don't, to Speak Out Pride
has no Language it will not Master Made
in the Manners with which Histories are Told.
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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