Who do you think you are, man?
Come on, enough of you!
See the way you strut
Like a veritable peacock -
I say enough of you!
The breadth of your scapular
The swing of your hips
The push of your chest
The slant of your eyes
The way you boast
The grin of pride
Who really are you -
O, enough of you, I say!
Get out, I don't want to see you
Big, handsome, intelligent
Get out and stay out - leave me alone
Before I die of grief
Why does your nearness bring such pain?
Why do you remind me of what I'm not?
Why do I wish you would just fall dead?
O my God - help me, I hate this feeling
Deep in my soul. Now, now, fellow, I say:
Enough, enough, enough; enough of you!