"Neither coral nor ruby are your eyes..."

Did you really believe all the rumors you heard about me?

Yes, of course, they were true, but why believe them?

Dost thou not knowest that even truth is colored with evil mascara?

Do not think so "easy" of me, for mark you, I wear many masks 

to Hyde the wounds of my youth.

Think me talented and yet a wastrel,

think me political, yet rascal!

Think that I sabotage myself only

to save the world.

Seems like tis the season of apologies...

I have none left to gift except to say,

I have changed and change doth give partial payment for your woes.

Strike me dead and dumb with lightning

and methinks,

I do indeed have an original thought.

Strike me dead with pardon,

I feel a heart of infinite gratitude.