requiem for an unknown man and his whore

requiem for an unknown man and his whore

I paid my respects with bought silence.
Incidentally, whose enmity will I inherit?
Such bonds are conflagration to your absent merit,
as it should be.
The harlot, the sycophant and the fleas infest your pubic hair
Keep breathing mustard gas instead of air!
Those dandelion clock eyelashes consume very little,
I will breathe your grave dirt and refuse an acquittal.
Those noxious silver gases,
smug smile and broken glasses on your breaking beak.
It's lucky you cannot equivocate, but really:
I will only absolve,
when you retrieve that last grain of salt,
that I poured into the ocean.