Jos

Jos, I'll be your loyal whore
You make me gasp, I beg for more
21 minutes... far too few
Tell me, was it good for you?

Practition-er of evil sorcery
Appreciate-er of my po-yut-ree
Give-er of most lethal smiles
Immune to my most potent wiles

Jos, I, your guileless twit
Shall undress before you bit by bit
Strip away the candyfloss and grime
Sell my soul to make this sentence rhyme

While you slumber in an uncertain bed
Of all the secrets in my head
I watch in horror, in admiration gape
And anecdotify a fairly pleasant rape

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If this doesn't rhyme, you're probably just saying it wrong..
So there.