Supply my honesty, tower over me;
Pour the steam right over my
Cunning face. See how the night slips
Round full throttle. Call the bluffs, no
Jokers booked for tonight’s showing,
Sorry sweetheart.  Just one night I'll
Spend, one hour to fend, can't you
See me working dear?

Trembling, my bones drenched in the
Aches of longer nights spent away.
Dial, I can't be engaged! The phone
Hooks round the ankles and necks of
Any acquaintance fond as I am.
The dinner parties, social gathers I
Point at for the waste and
Bitterness of each cheerless soul.

The specs and freckles of each cute
Lady, fluent as could be, could drown
A man in intellect unknown to all.
Nothing is meant for me, all praise
Directs to your faithful empathy, to the
Mirrors planted in each fair ground.
Once and forever to treat all my
Wounds, dearly you burn in peace.
To disturb so little, how foolish to
Erupt any trivial fool’s tonight.

That one breath I try grasping,
Saving a fist full for later in the night.
You never approved, time I moved on
To my old styles which kept any air
Fresher than the one we share. So
Keep your innocence in the purse, let
The old clerks browse their own
Selection. I'll care little for all, once I
Marry my *****!