I am nowhere, you see!
You are a mixture of determined cushy.
I cannot stand no more the feast,
from that jink opened treat.
You drank from the bottle,
you pressed enough.
I could not see you more.
You narrated a story and then jumped like a horse.
Twelve nights in a row.
Tell me why are you using it?
Using a broken cup of blood?
To tear me apart,
to tackle my sole.
You played ten poker games.
Two nights, then no more.
Generously, swiftly and rhythmically you winged.
You winged the cards into the air and laughed once again.
I did not understand that sort of language.
Yet, I decided to stay.
The sound of the oven was telling,
those boiled eggs were ready to bray.