I acquit the rest
At my request
Only I, attest,
That my betrothed,
no longer within
My influence; behest
As I scout for a safe, I arrest
The ideas that keep floating
That I detest
Once the best
And never the best
Once best goes
You're part of the rest
There is nothing left

I thought I'd know
That once fire blows
You're as good as snow
Go, go.
You'd rather poke
Me with needles
Than garnish a sew