This be the log of a disgruntled prisoner,
Behind unseen bars,
Jailed by unseen guards,
Will I not have my cake and eat it too sir?
No! No! No!
Oh coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
This be the plea of a lonesome stranger,
In need of a companion,
For a forbidden union,
Will I not also indulge in the pleasures of the flesh?
No! No! No!
Oh coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
This be the joy of the merry man,
A little wine for my entertainment,
Maybe a pull on the burning green hairy herb,
Will I not also partake of nature’s goodness?
No! No! No!
Oh coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
This be the chronicles of an imaginative fellow,
Who adds flavor to every tale,
And shares the tales widely,
Will I not even share a tall tale with a friend?
No! No! No!
Oh coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
This be the journal of the inspired soldier,
Who for the sake of the cause had to cut one and all,
And to leave no voice with matching eyes to speak,
Will I not be justified in the end?
No! No! No!
Oh coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
This be the order of one who is deserving,
My proper place above others,
My seat beside the others,
Will I not be given that which is due to me?
No! No! No!
Oh coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
This be the confession of an ordinary human being,
Saved from many a self-inflicted wound,
Gifted by one so noble a force,
Will I not have the sense to appreciate such a noble malady?
No! No! No!
Oh coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
Amare poeta.
Outside my mind 