I remember in days of yore,

Before you turned into a whore,

From Jan, to Merna, to Sarah

You have courted girls for an era

If ye were chaste I may suggest

Ceasing my only wondrous jest.

And from my breast it may bloom,

The truest love inside the loom,

Dear sir I would in fact love thee,

If you would pull your heart, I plee,

 

From your loincloths sweet embrace

Then I’d let my lips touch thy face,

I know you miss my lips sweet taste.

But please, no need to make me haste

It is not that I would not give

My only purity as long I live,

If it were not for the lies you heed,

To fill your lustful pleasantries.

You have no honor for any lass

But dear lad, you resemble an ass.

 

You take and take from innocence

Pleading lies of omnipotence,

You cannot know when time will cease,

Unless you also fly with geese,

Hurry! Hurry! The moon is gone

And the sun will scorch but one,

The burning sun is coming soon!

To fry the devils scum, like you.

You take away all their dreams,

You tear their hearts from the seams!

So leave me be! I beg of you!

I will not be a victim too.