Dramatist
Pity me from the angel's eyes,
Whose teardrops shine in a selfish pry,
Whiskey in a Mug, that earthly feel,
Wrenched from the bone off the Amazon eel,
Led into a hive, Bumblebees roar
Brunettes being left dancing with a hacksaw,
Born on Broadway, let them scream "Fantastica"
Pictured for suicide, yet only a massacre.