Dear Dapper Dandy de Dariot Damien,
Determining dangerous death-dates dares distracted damsels to destructively destroy delicate, dainty dandelions in desolate December deserts. Do dark detours decide difficult dialogue or do desperate dictators displace disguised dilemma? Damn, decent defense deliciously delivers deep doubts, dozen by dozen. Drink this drastic dream! Defeat this designed democracy of denial! Dwarf this dwindling dweller! Does documentation document doers or do dysfunctional do-gooders dynamically deteriorate damaged documents? Demure details defy deaths to diametrically, directly disappoint dichotomous distinctions. Don’t dolly, dear - that distressed dinner distracts. Domestic dominance deludes dramatic, duplicitous duals. Damned doltish divinity!! Death doesn’t deliriously draw - the dead decidedly defeat dirty death. Durable damsels of dryness destructively destroy dandelions, but decisively dote on deliberating daffodils.
Devotedly,
Duke Demetrius Don Davidson Dabrowski
I love her.
More than life itself.
But I can’t have her.
Not because she doesn’t love me, too,
But because our love is forbidden.
They refuse support or freedom.
Blue Chair
It was quite simple, really
A little tactic and a littler action
He stood so confident to sharpen his pencil
While meanwhile I eyed his blue chair
The one he had left so surely
And even sooner he returned
Pencil sharpened, laughter in his eyes
But then he so confidently made to sit down
Which is when I put my hands on that blue chair
And pulled it out swiftly to watch him fall
Perhaps it was the redness of his face
Or the unfiltered laughter from the class
But I knew no longer could he mess with me
For I finally took down him who took down me
It was quite simple, really
Name
Long time, past
Since you addressed
The title by which
I am formally existing as
Almost intimate
You say it so bold
Only a name, not needed
Yet needlessly, you say it
What is the purpose?
To reach intimacy?
My name will only further us
For it has no need here
Call it beautiful
Something of creation
Yet I call it as it is
Listing the time of death
