The jeers and applause of the self-righteous
If to lose, I would find what life is
on the press of ruby lips.
To save your touch in caramel coffee sips.
Would I if I could?
Undefined hot schism,
The sneers and blank stares
If to win, I would know nothing
on the obscured darkest hours.
To save you from he, she; from he and me,
Leave, you are all and we bid thee free.
Could if you would please flee?