:50:05
'Tis not wanton flesh
But love that brings me shame
:50:10
Mocked by fate
Imprisoned by my womb
:50:15
My jealousy possessed
Which slow consumes
:50:19
An ice-cold, gloomy vicious flame
:50:24
I love the very weapons which me wound
:50:46
Lucky is the man
that can inspire your poet's heart.
:50:50
The only form she's mastered
is a whore's.
:50:56
Honestly, I didn't think Uncle
was still capable of getting it up.
:51:02
What did you do to him, to get him
to publish this little pile of ditties?
:51:08
Won't give the time of day
to his own flesh and blood.
:51:11
She worked for it.
:51:15
I'll bet she worked for it.
:51:17
What do you cost these days?
:51:20
If your prick is as limp as your verse,
no price could purchase time enough.
:51:37
Just making a point, Cousin.
:51:39
Very brave.
What point would that be?
:51:41
I'm sorry.
:51:43
I'm sorry.
:51:46
I apologize.