Words, words, words, so many pained expressions,
Oh! Just how lovers have written of you!
Aspirations proved false silk impressions,
Drawn letters all attempting to be True.
Beauty's broken by the same hands that hold:
The sincere endeavour of little boys
At a remove, passion from plastic molds'
Share in the play of broken toys.
Put together, they're a teeming horde,
Read like rubber, a riot that longs, longs,
As greeting card signatures 'cross cardboard,
How they've tried their hands at poems, odes, and songs;
Worthless whispers about some wraith,
Words naught but artless articles of faith.