I think of her as I was hers

And suffer the laugh of time

For he is wise and knows the joke

That men, foolish as I name hope.

Not once, not twice, not thrice! he knows

Time and again, the same story sways

Men and women, in love and in lust, dance

Together and crime together —romance

Is the devil’s new game.

All of this trickery, mockery,

Fuckery, I do not mind.

For there is someone I care for enough,

Who’s love I must now go and find.