I mussitate a prayer,
Though I know the words will fail me:
I've reached the nadir of my life.
I know what will supervene
A donnybrook incarnadine.
This noisome lot, this moiety
Dishabille acts they wrought on me.
But despite the tongues and barbs and fists,
I will not acclimate to them.
I do aver, I shall remain
Recalcitrant, defiance on my lips