I can't stand good
Very good repels me
We have to play for perfect
Knowing we can't ever get
Lest you die in poverty
I'll do poetry
I'll die early
Lest you die in poverty
These places, these pieces
Will be, hard to digest
I'll not end up a shit
I'm an exigua; being
Your dependence
Favorable though our alliance
I'll abode your bizarreness