In Response To A Fay Slimm Poem

May I tell you my dear that the love of veneer, imitation and opal from glass is the cause of much grief and its loveless relief I would urge you to polish the brass. If you know what I mean just imagine the scene where the lover straps on a balloon, serves Madeira in bulk dresses up like the Hulk and suspends from the ceiling a moon. Start the new Dee-Vee-Dee add some rum to the tea get your signals from brain to the crotch, I myself like the scent of a woman, it's meant to make felon rise up by a notch. Why go out of your way when at home you could stay you have genuine flesh AND a heart if you look for new land then you don't understand that true love is your state of the art.