Whateves

What could I give for your favour?

What can possibly be an equal exchange?

I am aware that I don’t know the flavour

but surely the small taste can be arranged?

 

I’m sorry, of course, there’s the question of virtue

which nor me nor you are likely to posses.

but if you insists, I won’t actively seduce you,

However, it’s horribly boring, I must confess.

 

You’re aware of the “pull” that’s between us,

Spoiling my only retreat from the greyish hell.

I would have been all right if it was lust,

But the damned hook wants the heart as well.

 

But the thing is foolish, ignoring the obvious stress,

It jumps and it yearns, whining angry: “Whateves!”

 

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