“Ruin”

« Ruin »

Of low intellect, he was a berk
Indeed a bork, completely damaged
Wounded pride, he often went berserk
His feelings needed a bandage

Disguise, he couldn’t, his erection
Butterfly kisses in full view
Seeking bracelets and pearls for her collection
When all he wanted was a screw

He’d spent a fortune for nearly nil
In terms of what he might get
All he ever got was the bill
And of course further in debt

His life had gone off the rails
He’d lost his house, his job and his pride
Which was worst, he wasn’t sure
He just couldn’t decide

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