A scalpel am I to cynthia’s
Aching tooth
And true to your calling
You are the morphin
To my antiquated pain
All I need really is a simple
Bamboo
Toothpick
Get some sleep prince charming
Now free yourself
Just be an ordinary man
To an ordinary woman
Hold on to your promise
To love her till the end
For better or for worse, for richer for poorer.
In sickness and in health
Till death do you part
Remind her though
Not to outdo your promise to love each other
You may find it too humiliating for yourself
And you simply
Retreat to yourself like a deflated balloon
But just in case
Love stops, ceases, and becomes frank and true
Say: I don’t love you anymore
Take the yellow brick road
And dance yourself to freedom.
You’re too courageous, It does not matter who gets hurt.
It could be you. It could just be you.
Jaundiced man, jaundiced heart.
Every woman you love wishes you a happy
Death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem