Your eyes view me as a demon If so, I'll be a devil. Your gaze skews me like a saint That be, I'll be an angel. I can only be me, and nothing more; A lover in matrimony, or a sensual paramour A god of hegemony, or a ravenous manticore A bringer of sanctimony, or a scandelous whore A growing agrimony, or a feral bore A member of an amphictyomy, or one to abhor Adjusted to polyphony, or broken to the core Advant to gluttony, or one to adore A fiend in parsimony, or one that gives for A two-faced phony, or a mind to explore A fester of idiocy, or a wise mentor A cist of disharmony, or a tranquil shore A contradicting irony, or a stage of folklore I will only be me, and nothing more. Your tongue speaks me of as a heaven, If so, I'll make you tranquil. Your voice spews me like a wraith That be, I'll be pure evil.
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15 couplets broken into 5-5-5 as in Acts I, II, and III.
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