Distracted youth whose heart's impaled
Who sings so sweetly in her travail
Whose downy cheeks are stained and mottled
Your porcelin eyes two broken bottles;
Let’s make a mockery of his lies
And hail aloud what he disprized,
Turn around his saccharin words
Make fingers of his nouns and verbs’
So that he’s condemned by his own lips
So he is throttled by what he once gripped!
So that she whom now he falsely favors
Can taste the venom on his saber.
Come my sweet, repeat his oaths
Recount his lies so he’s exposed.
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