Robert Southey BurkeI spent my money trying to elect you MayorA. D. Blood.I lavished my admiration upon you,You were to my mind the almost perfect man.You devoured my personality,And the idealism of my youth,And the strength of a high-souled fealty.And all my hopes for the world,And all my beliefs in Truth,Were smelted up in the blinding heatOf my devotion to you,And molded into your image.And then when I found what you were:That your soul was smallAnd your words were falseAs your blue-white porcelain teeth,And your cuffs of celluloid,I hated the love I had for you,I hated myself, I hated youFor my wasted soul, and wasted youth.And I say to all, beware of ideals,Beware of giving your love awayTo any man alive.
I spent my money trying to elect you MayorA. D. Blood.I lavished my admiration upon you,You were to my mind the almost perfect man.You devoured my personality,And the idealism of my youth,And the strength of a high-souled fealty.And all my hopes for the world,And all my beliefs in Truth,Were smelted up in the blinding heatOf my devotion to you,And molded into your image.And then when I found what you were:That your soul was smallAnd your words were falseAs your blue-white porcelain teeth,And your cuffs of celluloid,I hated the love I had for you,I hated myself, I hated youFor my wasted soul, and wasted youth.And I say to all, beware of ideals,Beware of giving your love awayTo any man alive.