véronica

Veronica, bring me my coat
the weather's a bit cold outside,
is it not?

Alas, we set sail
for I have money and need I eat snails
decisions, decisions, yet hunger prevails
...
- What does Veronica say?
- Veronica? What? That rugged old hag...
She's never as willing as I might have bragged
She's constantly whining, such a flimsy disguise
She's turning me mad, to the point of despise!
Oh and wait till you see, what she's been cooking for me
it would make her seem wise, baking such a surprise
but I've never been keen on eating cooked spleen...
and so I was thrived, unwillingly fooled, by a force
such as blinding, that could never be ruled
my fist on the table, got slammed just as hard
as a rock that has fallen, no remains but a shard
I got up from the table, turned my back to her face
still upset but was able, to tell the disgrace
when her tears started flowing, such a river of salt,
it made my hands shiver, for a second, a split,
not knowing whatever, had lead me permit
to act just so cruel, to be such a beast,
no regard to the feast she had managed
at least.

last night I dreamt I would last forever