The Moon Promises My Friend an Apricot
Bind me to a broken bench
If I love thee not,
Lash me with a barbed fence
'Til my nose runs hot
Break my bones with stones, my dear,
As eunuchs do in Eritrea
Take back thy jewel encrusted ring
If I love thee not,
Lace mine ale with poisons grim
My love for you burns hot
Break my heart in two, my dear,
As eunuchs do in pubs round here
Smash my horn and shred my Fleers
If I love thee not
Rip my heart out from my chest,
And let my larynx rot
Scoop out my eyes with spoon so sharp
As eunuchs kill the fatted carp
Castigate my caustic tongue
With hot blood and corruption,
Sell, for scrap, mine iron lung
- - - - Excuse this interruption
Lend me now your iron gun,
If I love thee not
End this life of pain and strife,
It matters not a jot!
Napalm me, and my harem
On my birthday in Muharram.
| Contributors: | Roland, Stacy, Kent, TG, Stacy(HI!KENT!), KD, Jeff, Kent(Yo cuz), trad, kent, Bop, Simon. |
| Poem finished: | 9th February 1998. |