Passion Out
Go Passion. Get off. Feed another or go to sleep.
Thou art but the weed on an untended compost heap.
Bleed Heart! Feed flesh and bone now passion's gone
Soul - shed your shackles of love; bid honour tag along.
Perform Will! Instruct on disciplinary actions!
Be thee free from fickle emotions and distractions.
Will, where are you? Why cower you? You!
The chosen one! Why the blue hue?
When life is strife and something's lacking
Your fickle indulgences are sent packing!
You've surely learned the order of things
Love, heart, and passion subservience brings.
How now! A deputation? Hope springs eternal!
Hope, you hopeless case. Base cause infernal!
Would thou absolve Will of his duty
And open up the fickle eye to beauty,
There chancing fate to favour those who wait?
Folly! A fico for your everlasting bait!