You give too much thought and attention
To my wild verdant halls of conception
Incessantly

These fantasies have burned out your mind
Although your dull pen continues to grind
Repetitively

I've heard that your loins burn with pus-filled secretions
Which might clearly be one of the reasons
Your obsessions persist
And you just can't resist
Writing lyrics while stroking your lesions

Hoping you find a cure, Fanico Te'Straif

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Lleian, in the year 263 MA.