Above, a cistern’s filling up with rain.
I’m gonna drop in love with you again.

I sing of men
by mistresslessness slain.
I take my pen
and put it to the pain.

Stay downstairs, girl, count three score and ten.
I can’t take anymore medicine.

I wanna pil-
fer all I
have of her.
A pill
for my
azygophrenia.

Take this down!
Little girl, you broke my heart!
Take this down!
“Little girl, you’ll…”

“..love your crooked neighbour with your crooked heart.”
(Faber & Faber will surely let that pass.)

You gotta go
wrong to come right.
Truth is brilliant,
blind and impolite.

You’ve got scorpions coming in the post!
I’ll train worms to fasten down your ghost.

They took the king
and fed him to his crown.
They swore they’d bring
the carpetbaggers down.

Take this down!
Little girl, you broke my heart!
Take this down!
“Little girl…” Take it down.