They said what they want
To me it's just a taunt
My Words are only my master
Yielding not to those others
Who speak constantly
Of their happiness,.. 
But never their disasters

They say what they will
For me it's a thrill
To see the indulgent masters

Eat Drink and be Merry!
I am to you
Always a bastard

They say they want love poems
Full of light and joy
But what if that is not my room?

They have said how I am too old fashioned
Ha!
This is my reaction

Your hypocrisy proceeds you
My room you don't see,..
But it is all around you

They will say many things
During this life of yours, of mine
But their words don't define you
Let your depth shine without them

I say many things
Things which may disturb
In my room I watch
And will write each night.. despite
Below the bellowing moon