I was trying to be poetic while inside the UV Express one late night on my way home. I was starting to detest things and people particularly at work and it was compounded by my weariness. So before it came to that, I tried to be my romantic self instead.
Carbon monoxide, odorless, you thought was gone,
It’s seeming absence fools: there is no more harm,
Like now you’re gone I thought that was it,
Sly as the devil still potent as shit!