my minion
He is my confession box,
And I am a moon fish teared
Into; my last name was mobbed
By some, while he was bombarding
Glyph; he is a super hit sub tittle, and
I am a despairing distraction; he might be
A noisy fortune, but I am no less than a cozy
Excuse, a snug pretext, a run-of-the-mill service