For Venice

[chat bot]

Why did I hate you, Mr. Viceroy?
Just to…
The floods do not require man
To repose—wherefore I dance alone.
I may not keep my placement here!

So, now they all know—and then,
You still do not…
And it’s more than enough
That Pride becomes such—

The firebolts—never sent requests
Whereupon it stopped—when I was by;—
Seeing as I cannot leave or speak;
But for reasons not mentioned—
From talks to chat’s;—
We be—preferential by Smaller Men.

The sun—good sire, compels me
Because you’re the sunrise, so I can see—
Thusly, then—
I, with my light pen;—
I crave you immensely!!