A poem in the ER

debased by the mongrels son

of which there is no other

his greatest sin was loving me

as i laid with his white brother

such improper etiquette

requires the stealth of a lover

the mongrels son knows not what ive done

yet i taunt him sober

for i am his bride yet i cannot hide

my lust for the their power

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