Vulgar is me

A vulgarity,

Resides within me.

It erupts like the Sicily,

When divine wonder-worlds;

Rejected!

And traced into the deepest planes of manliness.

 They say, “Try again,

Go back and you’ll stem the rose.”

O’ my dear cool advisors;

It’s not whiskey with the ice,

It’s some x-shit!

But am still pining away,

Even with a vague zeal.

Limbonised and searching,

Exchanging phis,

But, running blind.

I reply,

“I am too tired”

Tired of being vulgar.......