And I shine like an empty tankard
With a witless smile at the heavenly pool
Where the moons of desire float anchored.
The bubble of sugar I swore was love,
The purge that I knew for knowledge,
I’m bare of the lot, and the winds above
Are teaching me more than college!
The lash comes down and the yell goes up
And the flesh of the fool keeps shrinking,
But vinegar Time must scour the cup