You, my decadence of crypt
the blowtorch locust, you
condemning me to
to the streets of
filth and coconuts
and to beg for cabbage soup.
you, a flesh of ladybug;
you, a curse of blurry aftermaths;
you, a carrot for this ass of me;
you, too soon, too late for me.
A great wordlist to work from -- thank you Shawna :-)