Not me, despotic Venus
Offering on a gold background Lotus
Evil, capped at Titus!
Not me, Circees
Eyes in purple mourning as thoughts!
Not me, bagpipes
Popesses of white Champs-Elysees crazy,
That you relay music
By Calvary technical
Domestic sacrilegious!

Evil is me too! As Love
Is exchanged by the short time
Simple and faithless as a hello.
Never free of
In those Fate comes hand on his hip,
And turns off
The Rosette Temple, to see, in satin,
These sexes delivered to large
Running, waltzing towards the Fosse
Common Modern Wedding.

O Rosette! their charming eyes
It is vain blue enamel dials
Marking the time you want,
No petals,
Basilicas of your Sun Bridal!
The first word,
Maybe (if it is distinguished on edge!)
They will fall into a swoon
With looks antelope -
But their being is shady!

You do not want bloom fraternal?
This is good, we will take you as is,
Small mammal usual!
Even the joke
I care little move you finger a ring.
-Oh! what a great mourning,
Yet! would show them their brother from a different perspective!
See an equal love in man
And not a beast of burden
There for him stir are!

What? I'll take a giant air
Call and Nothingness?
No, no; it is not seemly.
I walk
Among the luminaries of human settlements;
Fingertip
I flip versions of the One Act
I vivotte and inoculated me
The large gray air of dusk,
And I garule! and I garule!