No herb can cure
the headache you give,
so stop chasing me boy,
if you still wish to live.
You're loony, you're mental,
you're nutty, you're daft,
I'll tie you with rope,
and toss you on a raft.

This charming, it's dull
it's damn near abuse,
I swear for the rope,
I'll find double use.
I'll tie it and hold it,
and wait till you're gone,
you'll find my corpse hanging,
at Crossroads of hashan.

I swore as a child,
I never would drink,
but you playing charming,
has pushed me to brink.
I will down seven bottles,
and buy several more,
one bottle two bottles,
three bottles, on floor.

A pickaxe to my head,
can't make me forget,
out of all men who sway me,
you're the craziest yet.
I'll bash my head,
until your voice goes away,
but that wont work well,
because I can hear anyway.

Don't tempt me with flowers,
don't tempt me with gold,
I'm not a commodity,
to be bought and sold.
Men like you make me scream,
men like you drive me insane,
But i won't let you bug me,
I'll remove my brain.

And if you none the wiser,
why I keep saying no,
you stay there and think,
while I get up and go.
Now if you don't mind,
you Irk me to bone,
do me a favor,
and leave me alone!



Penned by my hand on the 18th of Ero, in the year 601 AF.