Don't send me more
Of your tragic poems
My dear

Covered in blood
Of your monthly flood
Of tears


Don't send me more
Of your angry poems

My dear
Carved with the knife
Of your molten spite

And fears

I'm just a peddler

With a cart
Bringing discount words
To hearts

Broken hearts across the land
Woman left without her man
Broken hearts throughout the world

Anguished boy and crying girl

Your poetry's too heavy, dear

For me to read, for me to bear
Your poetry's too heavy, dear
For me to get from here to there


Don't send me more
Of your bitter poems

My sweet
Forged in the fire
Of your endless ire

And grief

Don't send me more

Of your hopeless poems
My sweet
Ripped from the womb

Of the lonely room
You keep


I'm just a peddler
With a cart
Bringing discount words

To hearts
Broken hearts across the land
Woman left without her man

Broken hearts throughout the world
Anguished boy and crying girl


Your poetry's too heavy, dear
For me to read, for me to bear
Your poetry's too heavy, dear

For me to get from here to there

(You see that shadow on the road

Trudging 'neath its heavy load
A heart weighed down by sands of time
And your poems only make him cry

And he won't add them to the pile
So he can walk another mile)


(And he won't add them
To the pile
So he can walk

Another mile)

Too heavy, dear

Too heavy, dear
For me to read
For me to bear


(They make him sad
Make him cry

Beat him down
Deep inside)

Too heavy, dear
Too heavy, dear

For me to read
For me to bear

They make me sad
Make me cry

Feel as though
I want to die

(And he won't add them
To the pile

So he can walk
Another mile)

Too heavy, dear
Too heavy, dear

For me to read
For me to bear

(A heart weighed down
By sands of time
And your poems

Only make him cry)

Too heavy, dear
Too heavy, dear
For me to read
For me to bear