Permanent sickly

Sweetly, I beg to disagree
The fetid scum evolve to be
Nothing positive not at all
It’s more a rasp than a song
A wall
Of ugly sounds
that put me down
Negative their breath doth drown
My honest beauty and wealth abroad
A tawdry offering that doesn’t afford
Me any purpose and so my thought
To be eaten by the evil sort
Is one of get it over quickly
And permanently let them feel sickly