Stolen Heart

Stolen Heart

My sad heart
slobbers at the poop

my heart covered with tobacco-spit

They spew streams of soup at it

My sad heart drools at the poop

Under the jeerings of the soldiers who break out laughing

my sad heart drools at the poop

my heart covered with tobacco-spit.

Ithypallic
and soldierish

Their jeerings have depraved it

In the rudder you see frescoes

Ithypallic and soldierish

O, abracadabratic waves

Take my heart, let it be washed!

Ithypallic and soldierish

their jeerings have depraved it.

When they have used up their quid

How will I act, O stolen heart?

There will be Bacchic hiccups

When they have used up their quid

I will have stomach retchings

If my heart is degraded;

When they have used up their quid

How will I act, O stolen heart?

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