My Dead Love si.ts there all smug and quite 
Complacently complicit
 It’s superior air airbrushes
Itself out
Its inferior pair of prince- new specs espies Itself best
Perched atop pubescent Twin Peaks
Post illicit past pomp and ceremony amidst
Fast-fading glory
It dis-covers Itself
Once so majestic and royal, Itstory
Its future is past now
Its passed times pastimes, how ?
It puffs -out Its piteous last pant now
Sweat dripping down fast It’s in Its last rant now
Shoulders heaving It shudders It’s last gasp now
My Dead Loves Future is All in Its Past .How?