Dear Abott Kinney, DIE NOW!

hands molded to the bottle
she never understood the realms of this universe
but who should under such
true pretenses
prefects of an imperfect nature-
those with beauty, incomparable
never waste time on scruples
such as those, i impose on her
dramatic scenes with acidic means, none
to hold back ones self of (steam)
but meanly, they press on-
deserving the right
to be wrong.