My Heart once guid’d my man-to-man affairs

And Oh! So terrible a job it did

It caused me great distress when I got dump’d

For thought did I, that I was loved, but no

Instead, then told was I that I was used

Not one of them, indeed, did love my soul

How this could I perceive? And I knew what?

Well, not a single thing about th’ word love

I tried to learn, but still I failèd so

So Love continued to befall my Heart

And many men were sought by It, my Heart

But They were heartless, They didn’t care, and I

Fell once, fell twice, fell thrice, and oh so low

And tried to get up, but to no avail

—Daniel Jeremy PerZ,

     NOVEMBER 3, 1999