This is one of my favourite poems. It's by the french writer Arthur Rimbaud, written when he was 16 or 17 years old. Whenever I'm feeling down or alone I always say it to myself and it kind of makes me feel less alone. Tortured Heart My pooped heart oozes 'Baccy juices Sad pooped heart. Yelled abuse And soupy juices Smear my sad heart. Privates parade Their evening Painting degrades. Magical waves Lift up and save My tainted heart. Quid-spitting done How to go on Poor swallowed heart Their booze and smut My knotted gut My cheated heart?