I slashed wounds into pinked skin,

Now I kiss them red as they burn. 

I pulled thoughts before they ripe, 

Now I soil them to better the taste. 

I use to lay in rivers wearing oleanders, 

Now I wear a bachelor's button behind my ear. 

I bathed in glory and showerd in pride,

Now I humbly refuse that dreadful time. 

I curled hair and stapled hate, 

Now I brush it with my fingertips. 

I bit those nails, fingers, knuckles to the stub,

Now I polish them with cream and shine. 

Oh I deserve it! Oh I deserve it!