I spent my money trying to elect you Mayor <br />A. D. Blood. <br />I lavished my admiration upon you, <br />You were to my mind the almost perfect man. <br />You devoured my personality, <br />And the idealism of my youth, <br />And the strength of a high-souled fealty. <br />And all my hopes for the world, <br />And all my beliefs in Truth, <br />Were smelted up in the blinding heat <br />Of my devotion to you, <br />And molded into your image. <br />And then when I found what you were: <br />That your soul was small <br />And your words were false <br />As your blue-white porcelain teeth, <br />And your cuffs of celluloid, <br />I hated the love I had for you, <br />I hated myself, I hated you <br />For my wasted soul, and wasted youth. <br />And I say to all, beware of ideals, <br />Beware of giving your love away <br />To any man alive.<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/robert-southey-burke/
