What right have thee to test Love
To finger what was never thine
Why should Love even bother to linger
Your fresh is long past it's prime

What have you new to offer
Love now tests what you pass as fair
Death is all that fills your coffer
With stagnant old passed gas air

I open your door and slam it
Standard is what I see there
No premium pard that would be to hard
It's easier to live off stale air