Dear gentle greets you at door,
A heart of jewels and silver spoons,
Please come its open for your entry,
Just warn your heart it’s leaving empty.
The gentile birth has customized,
A sweltering pity in disguise,
An abomination for the maltreatment,
And a great elixir for your ailment.
Till a great disdain for your being,
Is drawn out with a sense of breeding,
Your transcend into peril goes,
Stirring all but a crinkle in the nose.
Your plight has now solidified,
In all that’s right with gentrified.
Oscar W fight to fight