It’s hard to think
I’ll soon forget
Your gold encrusted
Silhouette
Of all the people
In the town
None more crooked
Than the clown
The bravest thing
You ever said
Bring your things
And share my bed
They went to school
To learn new things
But all they got
Were names of Kings
He told me what
Was in his head
I very nearly
Wet the bed
I only argue
Earnestly
Among the ones
That interest me
You’re sweet to me
But I’m not dim
I saw the way
You treated him
Lovers lie
In common beds
And tuck their truths
Within their heads
All the girls
Expected more
But now they’re fat
And one’s a whore
Rest my hand
Upon the mast
Hail the future
Burn the past
