• leonard cohen'in hüzünlü ve öfke dolu bir şiiridir. şöyle der:

    if this looks like a poem
    i might as well warn you at the beginning
    that it's not meant to be one.
    i don't want to turn anything into poetry.
    i know all about her part in it
    but i'm not concerned with that right now.
    that's between you and me.
    personally i don't give a damn who led who on:
    in fact i wonder if i give a damn at all.
    but a man's got to say something.
    anyhow you fed her 5 mackewan ales,
    took her to your room, put the right records on,
    and in an hour or two it was done.
    i know all about passion and honour
    but unfortunately this had nothing to do with either:
    oh there was passion i'm only too sure
    and even a little honour
    but the important thing was to cuckold leonard cohen.
    hell, i might just as well address this to the both of you:
    i haven't time to write anything else.
    i've got to say my prayers.
    i've got to wait by the window.
    i repeat: the important thing was to cuckold leonard cohen.
    i like that line because it's got my name in it.
    what really makes me sick
    is that everything goes on as it went before:
    i'm still a sort of friend,
    i'm still a sort of lover.
    but not for long:
    that's why i'm telling this to the two of you.
    the fact is i'm turning to gold, turning to gold.
    it's a long process, they say,
    it happens in stages.
    this is to inform you that i've already turned to clay.
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