Approach, approach, my worried friend.
Approach with comments constructive.
You think my feelings should be so?
Then tell me open, pretty please.
I welcome every word of yours
As welcome every bee-sting is:
The pain for me is passing, but
I know when once your sting is lost
Your time with it is forfeit too.
And has the tragic Hamlet not
Enlightened us to profits of
Delay in gratification
By virtue of deferred revenge?
So is it such a folly that
I choose to act in madness now
Within a drama of my dreams?
For I, the prince of dense remarks,
Will soon condense a brevity
To fill the hollowness of hearts
Which steam from freezing tragedy.
Until that day, mock all you may
My surfeit manic lunacy.