Go I must along my ways <br /> Though my heart be ragged, <br />Dripping bitter through the days, <br /> Festering, and jagged. <br />Smile I must at every twinge, <br /> Kiss, to time its throbbing; <br />He that tears a heart to fringe <br /> Hates the noise of sobbing. <br /> <br />Weep, my love, till Heaven hears; <br /> Curse and moan and languish. <br />While I wash your wound with tears, <br /> Ease aloud your anguish. <br />Bellow of the pit in Hell <br /> Where you're made to linger. <br />There and there and well and well- <br /> Did he prick his finger!<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-second-oldest-story/
