Death to the man who stands in front of you.

A brick wall that’s impossible.

Haha! I have you!

Made of mortar and clay, you wont last another day,

I have you.

We used to sex and will again but made no love you are my friend and slave till there’s a better time adieu.

In past i swore no more before I’d wiped you from my view.

Inside you gripped beneath by my stupidity you grew.

I’ll squash and squish your ligaments till all that’s left is what’s true.

Goodbye for now.

When next we meet it’ll be a weaker point, I know you’ll swell and strangle me again till blue.

You’ll build your wall anew.

With plastics and electric glue.

You’ll try really hard too.

But for now, oh for now, I have you.