Something Rotten in your Heart

"O, what men dare do! What men may do! 

What men daily do, not knowing what they do!"

What light through your window breaks?

That makes you so cold yet so brave?

So exceptionally nice it makes you,

and makes you humanly strange,

That (,to you,) relinquishing someone is an art,

Too simple to play with, too plain,

And you still possess the courage,

to fall in love again.

You do what you wish,

And you never run out of fish,

You easily breathe life into glaciers,

But fail to breathe life into your own skin,

You get her to wonder she might love thee,

But never on those lines, you think.

What fool those 119 “Good nights” make of a girl,

That the connection she once wore like a diamond dangler,

Now, among her friends, is picked up to embarrass her,
your acquaintance brings in violent delights and mighty feelings, unfair,
and knowing you better chokes one down with nights full of sighs and despair,

You might disagree with all that stone you got under your left shoulder,

But everything is frozen in the country of your heart,

And the paintings in your Drawing Room,

are Art Fogery but you still address to them as Art.

Your Castles are built in a country,

 where people are votaries to Coffee,

Arrows, your Cupid, decides not to carry,

But is accompanied with treachery,

Your understanding measures emotions with an Inchie-tape,

And then reduces the numbers with a heavy weight,

Your strange look-out to life,

 is as sur-real as of what the dreams are made,

But there is not plenty of time to sleep,

Lest I’m in my grave.