When Raw Emotion Ashamedly Hides Itself behind a Sort of Light Verse, This Is What One Gets

What lyric would be fair enough? --
Fair enough.
I won’t write it.

What object would be dare enough?;
Dared enough,
I might try it.

What defect would be care enough?
Don’t you care enough
to hide it?

Or perhaps, knowing
how you, in your going,
struck me as with a length of cyclone fence,
and I fell to pieces regular, quadrangular
for you to murder further
at your leisure, though
you’d rather not stir from present pleasure,
to deal with that bloody mess.