Contention

My tenacity is toxic
My infatuation fatal
In my blood are seven poxes
Blackening your brightest fables
With the wit of demon foxes
And a state of mind unstable

My loyalty is lethal
My coercion is consistent
In my blood, the river Lethe spills
Making my concern indifferent
Where the writhing wrath of Crete fills
Every ounce of my existence

My love is not laconic
My attention, atemporal
An obsession grown draconic
In a scope that’s quite amoral
Less a tincture or a tonic
Than a poison on a quarrel

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