Restrain a smile, there’s no room for joy
Be happy you are loathed and mocked
Within this corpse I’ve found my toy
And yet inside him I am locked

Oh grizzled sun that sighs his shine
She’s snatched the lore entrusted
Hope I won’t jeer you with my rhyme
Or whip you with my lusting

Pour on the cold sore melted gold
How marvellous slurred petals
He left as he was told…