Soul

Am I bearing my soul?

For too long I have borne my soul

That was heavy as my heart

Meanwhile I played the tart

Making light of le lourde was my art

See I know the French for heavy

Of beauty I have had a bevy

Perhaps now I must move t'ward the dark

There is a flood

I need an ark

It must be watertight if it is to float

I refuse to be a scapegoat

Of either the Right or the Left

My words will not be deft

'Go get fucked'

Will be my response to both

I've got a dirty mouth in troth

Im not the one to blame

I am little troubled by shame

Povey 2013