This Piece Of Poetry Is Meant To Do Harm - The Ark

You’ve been watching over me

Saying you’re keeping me company

I should be grateful, I suppose

And compare you to a summer’s rose

You’ve been talking sweet to me

About peace and loving harmony

But I know what you say about me

So now I tell you cause I gotta break free

That I can’t give no false affection

I can do without your phony charm

This train ain’t movin in your direction

This piece of poetry is meant to do harm

Please don’t give me no warm reception

What you call peace to me is a call to arms

Some are singing to raise affection

But this piece of poetry is meant to do harm

So with what shall I compare thee?

Summer’s clay or winter’s sleet?

You made a non-believer out of me

Now you ask for my sympathy?

No, take your words and take your vows

Take your flake-fuelled buddhist bows

Let the cool winds roughly shake

Out all darling buds of fake

I can’t give you no false affection

I can do without your phony charm

This train ain’t movin in your direction

This piece of poetry is meant to do harm

And don’t you give me no warm reception

What you call peace to me is a call to arms

I’m not singing to raise affection

This piece of poetry is meant to do harm