And so when you said “Don’t make me your enemy”,
Did you actually mean to say –
To the core of my sore,
To the weary of my reason –
“Don’t carry on doing what you’re doing to me and mine”?
‘Cos if that’s what you really meant, we ain’t got a deal:
You’ve so savaged my soul and belittled me tough
That only the stuff of truth does remain me for sure.
Only the stuff
Of absolute truth I will proclaim.