Donk Memes Bro

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Will be a year since we last fucked:
Oh honey- bah- word distorted by time flow,
Aborted by the tick-tock arrow,
I am left riddled with diseases
My mind overrun by a little farrow.
(by shit! be precise! by shit!)

Sometimes you cross my mind,
But other times you trudge as if in mud:
The Swamp!
(I drew a "Go Gators" from your phallic breath)
And the pallium disintegrates in water,
A foot stamps down into the bog,
What dopamine can replace thee?
What serotonin sooths my current groaning
Over memories of yester-moaning?

Fog. Fog. Fog.

The brief candle is lit,
And the tempest comes to blow it out.

"I have an STD!" I say,
"Sexually transmitted depression!"

I laugh at my own joke
like the ox braying under yoke
Until I choke on smoked liquid grain,
And vainly swear to abstain:
Memories of trembling in Richmond rain.

A word from you could make me rise,
Wake me, shake me to again feel alive
But to leave the ground but a few feet
Would break these weak heart and knees:
I (would) fall so quick to my demise.

Love is a poor player on Shakespeare's stage,
Deceit and settlement, dust kicked up,
All shall lose as I have lost (and will do again),
All shall bruise, until that final exhaust.

Separate them, oh newest daemon,
The difference between life and love!
I strut and fret within barren room,
Within the past, my mind entombed.
Who tells the tales?
With drunkness or passion?
What does it signify?