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By wistful Date: 2001 Aug 07 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.07.01.43.26907]] |
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A bitter, bilious fool am I That scoffs at love as so much twaddle Long past innocence Repeatedly rejected, dejected (and even forceably ejected) From erstwhile, elusive elation. So I retreat to rampant railings Against all lovesick doe-eyed dolts. Tut-tut-ing their ill-tutored passion Eagerly awaiting their inevitable fall. But why a fool? That's plain as plain. Beneath this battered, baleful hide Hides a wanting, wistful heart Longing for that simple state Of breathless, boundless joy. Chasing chasteness in my haste To idle in idylls of ideal love. |