Сложные стихи на английском

Mrs. Lameduck, Lostcause, Lowlife so many more nee

Up-and-coming that a most seductive shay.

I reckon so that in this case unfaithfulness is far from being feet of clay.”

“Having derailed my own tramway,

I shrivel, no I pine away.

And so do all the forms of life shipwrecked to this secluded cay.

The void engulfs, it won’t allay.

The former discomposure, its clench light, I couldn’t but parlay.

Into this instability I’m ready to segue.

Salute a newly minted castaway,

The point-blank pestilence of latter-day.”