My most respectful tribute and accolade to every lady I have misbehaved with, for any or no reason...I had taken you all for granted as my closest ones...and am earnestly and really sorry...
Thank you for being there...
I never had that
Never wanted to have that --
That bulge in the middle
Muscles, eggs and without fat
Instead I possess a deep cleave
Bleeding every month to tell me
That I exist with with my heart, heave
And that is how I wannabe
This is where the universe flies high
This is where I turn a succulent whore
This is where the seeds find their soul
And square everything up, keep daily chore
My pains excruciate and extract
To perfume conscience the best of Arabia --
The way a Romeo loved one Juliet
And Emperor Lear lost one little Cordelia
Am tired of finding a cup of love
Quest has turned me a rebel
Am tired of coloured chameleons
Clapped all through and driven me into a shell.
The moths and my mother blame me too
For my desperado and repeat Deja vu
Still I know deep in my heart
I carried the Alps alone, never to split this world apart
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