In hopelessness lies resignation,
relaxation, che sera sera.
It's hope that brings frustration,
dispirited desperados,
the encroaching march of modernisms,
revolution from the waist down.

Appearances can be deceptive
but then again, thank God,
deceptions can be apparent.
Only a gooseberry fool
would judge a leopard by his spots
or a tiger by the tail.

Hope is the cause of my despair.
Love is the architect of my ruin.