Poetry?

Okay, I will listen,

But you're gonna have to keep in mind,
The swans of Coole
Are in my pool.

Unleash your tortures—
Wearing your heart on sleeveless dress.
Bloody my ears with your
...hopeless mess.

Oh... good!
You haven't spared the you.
It was a genuine yearning,
Earnest and true.

This is what I get for being all about the pussy.
But I am not... really.
Your ass put me in a trance,
I hoped your mind would follow,
But here you are demanding indulgence,
For your feelings oh-so-hollow.

Of course, no one can understand you.
Of course, he couldn't appreciate you.
Of course, your emotions are rawer than others.
Of course... your discourse smothers.

One, one... so sensitive,
Except to those pinned-to-the-wall.
The sturm and drang of the words you brang
Bring gags and pity and obfuscation to the desperate motherfuckers escaping your thrall.

Another lusty litany.
Another unsuitable suitor.
Throw in a babbling brook
To muffle the mind I mistook.