Introspective (A)

You see, my serial pussy days are over

Because, well… I’ve, I’ve just met someone

Someone so…

It all went so fast

I just moved into her tiny hidden palace—cuz yes,

she’s a queen

And now, I’m engaged

I know, I know—marrying a girl when you’re as young

and green as me, it’s like… swimming the Atlantic

with a concrete block tied to your left testicle

Well yes now, I’m engaged

Copped out in my early age

So who, you ask, would marry me?

Who would be the least likely?

No, this ain’t a joke sofar

Yes, Ann Defrasnoux, the opera star

WOMAN IN AUDIENCE

Oh no!

HENRY

What? What’s wrong, lady?

Ann and me

—You disagree?

What is it

—Blasphemy?

Why? Is she too perfect?

Yes, yes, yes!

And I? Some loathsome insect?

Yes, yes, yes!

OK… I’ll accept that.

First time I fell in love

Woke up next to the girl

Rushed out to buy myself

The biggest motorbike I could find

And escaped, fast and far

But Ann the soprano has changed me

I have changed …

How? I’m still not sure

Timewill tell

What I see in her is obvious

What she sees in me, hmm, that’s a little more

Puzzling