Blue Blood

O'my incumbent lover,

The number of times 

The bottle becomes 

The sump for your tears,

Blood gushes from 

The edge of the finger 

To make the tyrants 

Flounder in my anger and revenge.

O'my innocuous and pious lady,

If ever you can be little callous,

Order me,

I will truncate them to prohibit

The lawlessness of your blue blood.