My Master, My Monsieur

My master must muse amongst the much megalomania,

Making musical mandate mendacity, of the meticulous 

Murmuring of a muttering mostly maintained maniacally,

Mellifluous, meticulous, a maverick much emulated by a 

Monotheistic melancholy mess measuring mightily to miracles.

My master masks morality, cementing mediocre memories to commemoration,

To condemn manners primitive to man, more so more, methinks

Of his marred, maimed, mortal and emotional soul,

Matching the mere malachite gleam, murky mistiness of marine green.

My master mumbles, misfires, must mature his mug manifestations;

My master, a madman mistrusting morning promises to illuminate;

My master, married to matches’ merciless impassioned flames,

My master, my master, my master, my meandering, waning masterpiece.

My master misinforms me of my mistakes, misrepresents

My consuming mania, marking dementia, loving momentum.

Mettle me, my master, don’t misconstrue the munificent,

Magniloquent misanthrope, don’t mammer, mammer, the truth.

Encumbered me to my master, my master to me, imbibing, consuming

Malt marrow, muscle, minds, mouths, metallic mends and markings.

Maculating the once immaculate, monitoring any means of mention,

Imprisoned in the malfunctioning mutiny of our monopolistic marching;

My master manages to move mountains, meek, mellow, and mild as he is,

Macabre machine, madden magistrate, my modest mockingbird,

Minstrel of material matters, malice mediates these moderate

Messages, murderous messenger, manufactured mercenary,

Majestic maven, my embodiment of memorabilia;

My myth, my miracle, musician and muse of my writings.

Month after month, moonlight monuments these marble floors,

Mirroring the milky midnight maudlin mindful state of a

Magnanimous martyr made malleable through maceration.

My master mangles me, I maledict my master, maniacal in this

Misfortune, a masquerade made of mayhem, a meager mirage.

Misfortune, a misalignment misapplied in massive mistime,

Mischievous misfits misguided by us misers of motive,

My master to me, and I to my master, us a mixture of moans and mockery.

My master, my molded momentous moonshine, monstrous morass,

My morbid motto, my mottled music, mysterious myriad of myself,

Multiply this murky mucilage, this murky muddled mouthpiece,

Lips of mourning, mirth mordantly molested.

Monsieur, Monsieur, Monsieur, mollify the monarchism of your monastery,

My miracle, my missionary here to tame me, your miserable misdeal,

Your mischance mistress, misjudged minx miniaturized by your

Microscope, matured by midday, hardened by your Midas touch.

Monsieur, Messiah merged from meritorious merriment,

Messiah of my melancholia, mate of my life, marital touch,

Monsieur has mesmerized me by methodical maxims.

My Magnificat, this mental metastrophe of ours, my methomania,

My master, my marijuana fiend, my master makes me believe.

Monsieur, Monsieur, Monsieur, murmer into me,

My master, my master, my master, and I am his Queen.