LOVED

It did its thing on me
As she was passing,
And pulled the rug from underneath
Whilst I was still fastened,
Felling me to my arse amidst
A partial introduction
And displacing granite structures.
Filliping my minstrel’s grace
Until it failed to function;
Taking a hammer and pick to my side
And offering terms of alliance;
Purchasing a furlong because of its light
And running me around in the dark,
And like a nimble man in limbo land
Who thought he’d won but couldn’t
See that entropy was closer to the ground,
Dragging me down first, and educating more
Thoroughly than loathing ever did;
Then standing me candidly and
Leaving me with a queue
Jumper’s view of the scene,
And the feeling that I should
Have stood in line.