Courtly Love

Chivalry isn't dead

It’s just in remission

Like a cockroach sleeping

There beneath the stove

In Hell’s Kitchen

And I will gladly open the door for you While you speed through

Eyes closed to my empty gesture I will carry your books home Even though nobody reads books These days and

I will gladly send a bottle of wine To your table

Even though you hate wine

And this week only

I will offer you my protection Even though your dwarf me

With those high stiletto heels Because despite the common consensus Chivalry isn't dead

It’s just a coat we sometimes shed To avoid the heat