Bend over Better

Never will I have another cuddle with a homeless child.
Never ever again will I run errands for service men.
Except my self, my sultry sovereign sun licked me.
Exclusive, please.
No mind to pay to others matter: mildew in my forest ferns.
I scale through bark and hoist my bushhead past the fledglings.
You've been had!
Twitter and I'll, sage, provide
sappy gestures from branch thin knowledge
staunchly perched upon.
Never will I ever let a neighbour in my argument.
Who do the roosters cuckoo to?
Themselves or sky?
Well I'm there too.
Never will I ever let you beggars
push buskbins in my face again.
I told you once,
I'm better than.

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