SPEAKETH! And I shall bewidow the traits of heart
Scattered is the bushes of dismay
How dare she speaks of rubber love
When rubber love is fake?
Let us be rebels of our own dismay!
Such love is content in despair
And madness is the thing that screams, \'at ease!\'
For I only have one life to live
And dammit! How the widows play
Such poetry speaks in rhyme
For we all have something to say in this world of hate
My guess is that poets are all equal
Oh to sin and sin alike...
It is the poet\'s American dream
To damsel my way into your heart
To capture the waves of solitude,
Sweet words do speak in rebel ways
For whom does the glass shoe tickle?
For my rebel heart speaks off-key
One solemn rose is for your solemn feet.