Corrupt Domain
Five times I now have told you
to break my ball and chain.
A man's desire is always true
to his corrupt domain.
Four horses pull the hearse now
to take my baggage home.
A woman makes her own vow,
and weaves it with her comb.
Three seasons with the doctor
has cured me of my pain.
I need no unknown proctor
to parse what will remain.
Two women know the curse who
came once to shelter me.
A man's last fine is always due
before his bond is free.
One time I had the power
to reason and abide,
but now I fear the hour
from which I have to hide.
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