Song of the Broken Heart

Song of the Broken Heart                  December 30, 2010 

I tried to woo her heart,

I thought her love was free,

I saw the potential for a fire,

And then, it came down like rain...

Like rain.

Women are the devil's hosts,

Sirens of a black hearted soul,

And yet, they appear to be soulless,

So far as the eye can see...

Oh, woe be on to me.

I asked her out,

And like the last one, she's busy:

"Oh sorry, but I don't have time for you."

Haven't I heard this before?

Are all these bitches queer?

Yes, they are,

So, bend over, and take it like a man.

And as for my dream,

Instead of friend, I will be foe

To each and every woman in the fold...

And as for my hope

That I'll love a woman again...

That all died in 2003.

I'll never fall for your kind again.

I'll never make that mistake again,

Oh no, I won't; I mustn't.

It seems to me a sham

That to have heirs, we must replicate

With the likes of women in kind...

And yet, I'm expected to sing a lull-a-bye.