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