Your inconvenience, ******,
Is worn like a frown on your face.
I need a stern kick in the head.

And you're destitute, Destiny,
And reek like flowers, floorboards,
And nosebleeds.

And you ain't true, Faith,
You love him, and I'm broken,
Your machine is commendable. Truly.

You feel nothing, I feel it for you.
I bear your troubles like a Christ,
And you hate life, but I love it, and I love you.

But I'm a toad, Princess,
And my love is a spell,
And it spells discomfort.