Little rocker, self made mocker I

Little rocker, self made mocker I
was telling the waiter how I wanted
my fate or to contain the coupons to
redeem at the checkout when leaving.

When we walked to the corner with
little jack horner the empty screeding
grew less of my bleeding for any more
substance upon while all is believing.

What pity we offer to any less coffer
while visions of ungifted uniformed
jackals wore me out in my shackles
was all a ruse for redundant conceit.

As she wept by the fire and free of
his ire we got back on the purpose
to connect all of her less than stellar
foot forward then grace was to meet.