lyric poetry

have we no shame?
do the boys and girls still go
with the sunset
the old west, the old time
in and of itself
i have heard that a certain princess
in an old chamber softly lit
see, they return
soft as the bed in the earth
they may talk of love in a cottage
i despise my friends more than you
through the broad earth's aching breast
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
no prey am i of poor thoughts