One leaves his leaves at home 
beomg a mullen and sends up a lighthouse 
to peer from: I will have my way, 
yellow--A mast with a lantern, ten 
fifty, a hundred, smaller and smaller 
as they grow more--Liar, liar, liar! 
You come from her! I can smell djer-kiss 
on your clothes. Ha! you come to me, 
you, I am a point of dew on a grass-stem. 
Why are you sending heat down on me 
from your lantern?--You are cowdung, a 
dead stick with the bark off. She is 
squirting on us both. She has has her 
hand on you!--well?--She has defiled 
ME.--Your leaves are dull, thick 
and hairy.--Every hair on my body will 
hold you off from me. You are a 
dungcake, birdlime on a fencerail.-- 
I love you, straight, yellow 
finger of God pointing to--her! 
Liar, broken weed, dungcake, you have-- 
I am a cricket waving his antennae 
and you are high, grey and straight. Ha!