She dare, she dull and she die.

Super dare-ling,
she may say,
slow-stupidity poem,
so bored, so gay.

Be my dull-ling,
beseech to her ears,
by mouth or by heart,
beat my darling, yeah be my die-ling.

Throw thou,
thru post-modern-lads,
then see thee role,
till we gasping.

Till we defunct.

Till ya gone.