That poor parasite of man's nature
Robber of remorse and contrition
Paints a cynic's dark picture
- an evil romantic's fiction.
No noir is his story now told
It is a road without friction
No perfect flaw, no hot or cold
Just steady, downward conviction.
No mention need I for its stature
It is quite base, below the fold
Despair is not humble, just old
And unwisened but by mold
Is the regrettable host -