Heap up your garbage
Higher, higher and more,
A cairn of tripe to
Spur humgiic lust.

Rhymes will serve, clumsily
Bent to the moment's need,
And metre too in a pinch, as
Everything tidy makes Art.

How clever this wordplay
How humorous this turn
How lusty this verse
How piercing this love.

While I adore wading
Through your shit, perhaps
Settle for letters, thoughts,
Or Meovian bliss.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Aeguary, in the year 895 AF.