Paroles sans Romances
What kept you from a votive candle to
That poet? Having him beside you for
Two years almost, abandoning the coup
You failed as wilting communard in war
By running off with genius that could match
Or conquer even more than yours, you flunked
Your chance with him. Why couldn’t you attach
Him to your heart? As usual you bunked
Off to your dreaminess and booze. Above
All other reasons, he was cruel, hard, and cold
So not attracted to that thing called love.
This one was rankly cerebral and bold
And didn’t understand affection’s weed.
He lived for black light thoughts and freedom’s greed.