SINGAPORE CONDOM CLOVE
Why are you still torturing me
Can't you see
the pain-waves erupted in me like a volcano
You played the last goodbye on our marriage-piano
Every 3 or 6 months your voice will be on the line
Do I wear an idiot sign
Your heart turned into stone
You didn't even give me a warning-loan
I was still a child when we wed
I slept on a thorn-knife bed
You turned to shadow sky
Your Pelican-vows became a lie
Stone-words were your love-words to me
I nearly drowned in your cheater's-sea
Still I ploughed along, hoping for a miracle
Our golden marriage path turned satirical
I never expected you to be perfect
A plastic-glass face gave you a HIV/AIDS erect
All I wanted was your true love
You wore a Singapore condom clove
My heart contracted arsenic
Your selfish heart was never parsonic
My heart is now set in cold marble
Your love for me was only an artificial-garble