The Milton Scribe

Feeling disbelief in oneself
disappearing as distraught
thoughts that did disdain my
dalliance does not donate any
dollars to mine own dinner
table, nor does my dying
motivate it to give me
some sort of sense of positivity
Thus I depart of its dastardly
dawnings upon the
day that I now daringly
reclaim as mine fucking
own, that of which such
demonic forces shall not
dance upon, but rather be
cast away as I consider this done.