Poem - Maudlin Rogue

I rested well, oh maudlin rogue, my
dreams were hot and feverish.
And this I know, oh maudlin rogue,
that you did want a pipe dish.
And so we know, oh maudlin rogue,
that we must both be finished.
And until then, oh maudlin rogue,
this pipe dream is diminished.

Angel - A Poem

What does it take
to be good?
God, says sister
mother never thought
she could be good