Bless sing Janet Jackson

once again discipline
doth call on me -
a "baad" moon wall
king stranger all for you
whose virtual company
hopes to be alright
n i de claw no reason
to fear this generic guy
whom need not be ma
lined like a black cat
stitching broken hearts
heal ing from burnitup
bodily malady - as mine
brown eyes gleaned ye
sought prayers of consolation -
which huff fin ton
broadcast cant't be
good news when free control
alluded to yar major surgery -
details doesn't really matter
nor does motive spring
for an escapade feedback -
if not nasty - LUV - mainly
riding an imaginary roller-coaster
synchronizes with greatest
x y z musicianscontributing
the pleasure principle
vis a vis a visa versa
sustaining the beat
of this rhythm nation -
compromising nothing
important i.e. to sleep,
or someone to call a
figurative lover
only reality eliciting fantasy
to rock with, n never letchu go
got 'til it's gone, since
that's the way love goes
even your unseen presence
did make meexperience
emotional catharsis from
ur ambient radiance
to instill an unbreakable
n omnipotent bond when
i think of you together again
if only in mine dreams
wherein the imagination,
the best things in life are free
to invite my unsolicited presence
purr, this dog goof -
the gone body that loves you
cuz love will never do
(without you) communicating 
if you want this, or let's wait
awhile, though aye miss you much
and thus in spirit that someday is tonight!
this message approved by all
the sons and daughters of jack
rabbit of all trades named boyce
(ma octogenarian widower pop sic cull).