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How could I ever forget/ The pain that I could never forfeit/ Force it out, before the drought won't let me pour it/ Out of the heart on my sleeve, wishing I never wore it/ Wishing I could never whore it out to the wrong ones/ Selecting celibate sensibilities, like nuns/ Baptizing their hearts for fun, as the faucet runs,/ Guarding it with hard looks and plenty of guns/ Plenty of puns stun eyes, surprised by the truth/ Words heard to explain the pain that sharpened my tooth/ Survival of the fit, who gets to suffer in his youth/ Superman in a cell, instead of a phone booth/ From beginning to end, January through December,/ I can not forget what I am forced to remember,/ Bent in ev'ry direction, trying to be limber,/ Walking through hell, stepping over the embers...