Scavenge With Diamond Dog Poem by Helen Vorst

Gazing at the moon,
Sitting like in swoon,
Wanted to be reach, extended, fast
But cowardly swallowed behind window's glass,

Picking up words that match my weak-willed mood
From devil-may-care song, that only brings food
For enforcing despise,
Giving a low price

To the being I treat as my-selfy -
Unkind with things, morally unhealthy,
Who nothing is able to make up well,
Perfect fool, loser-swell.

Would you like to take a closer look at me?
C'mon, you are always allowed to quit at free,
I'll show you total ungoodness, leftover's grace,
C'mon, don't turn away from me your lovely face.