Blunders: #3 Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I think I did
A bad thing here
Disappearing in the inebriation

And she
Curses, screams
Her heart out

I saw it poking
Out of her quaint
Dress, what a marvel

And I know
I did a wretched thing
To have a woman

And rip her
From soul to flesh.
A fool thinks himself a fool

Until he becomes one
With the mimicry of
Stale consolation.

Oh, I did a bad thing there
But I never told you
Things that are far worse

Than just
Letting a heart
Dangle, unspoken to.