Me, being me br I always wore br br My heart br on my sleeve br br But now... br no more. br br I asked the assistant br if I could see br br “...some new hearts br ...please? ” br br (that would suit br my change of heart) . br br “Why, certainly sir! ” br (he smiled sycophantically) . br br He showed me br a heart br “...in light pain.” br br “Or, if Sir br may not mind me commenting br this deep purple pain br ... suits you Sir! ” br br “Don’t you have any br ...in bright joy? ” br br “Or at best br ...partial happiness? ” br br “Or at least br ...contentment? ” br br The assistant smirked: br br “...at what one must assume br is Sir’s...little joke? ” br br “Happiness is so...old hat! ” br br “Happiness is...how you say br ... so passé! ” br br I left the shop br clutching an expensive br purple heart br br knowing I would never br wear it br br And that it would br hang in the wardrobe br br Mocking br My predicament. br br So, now br I don’t have a mind br to have a heart. br br Get by br (somehow) br br ... without br br ...one.