And Another Thing....!

I have wasted my precious fuel
on the flambeaux of your girlish heart:
I have planted every hotel in the ancient box
on the streets of your fragrant Park Place.

Compare what I am
to the things I should be:
fill a shot glass with jam,
toss it into the sea

I have squandered my walking-around money
in this pit of cologne and non-music:
I dictated your final paper to you
through the clamor of chattering underwoods.

Compare what I am
to the things I should be:
fill a shot glass with jam,
toss it into the sea

I am willing to fight for a chance
to destroy your influence:
against whom or what do I
turn the unused portion of
my powers of destruction?

Compare what I am
to the things I should be:
fill a shot glass with jam,
toss it into the sea

I am willing to die for a chance
to smirk when we finally meet again
Over to whom or what do I
turn the sticky keys of
my recent prison?

Compare what I am
to the things I should be:
fill a shot glass with jam,
toss it into the sea