Dear Jean, you failed,
You swung too high, atop your tower.
You rung too loudly at every hour.
Your gruesome face too much to mask.
A failure at a simple task.
Was once a toad with great potential
Now the bell you sound is non-sequential
One of a kind, who wouldn't quit.
Now has not one thing to show for it.
Dear John, what happened?
You swam amidst a school of fish.
A bottom feeder with a twist.
The current you would swim against
Would never push you to the fence.
But you knew, indeed for certain
that your gills were just a curtain
For the feet you had been sprouting
And the taste for bugs you'd gotten.
Yet you stay beneath the water.
Leap away! I say to you.
Keep yourself from staying wet.
Drying out is more fun I bet.
I'm wet, I'm mad. I'm also sad.
I'm drunk. I've sunk On bottom bunk.
The weight, quite quaint
What can I say?
It wouldn't happen any other way.
Forlorn and scorn in trouble born.
A rash, a crash. Another day.
I breed, a seed, please not this time.
I've wined. I've dined.
It's over now.
Tonight....
Juan, Dear., it's all your fault.
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