Aria

What if   it were possible to vanquish All this shame with a wash of   varnish Instead of wishing the stain would vanish? What if   you gave it a glossy finish? What if   there were a way to burnish All this foolishness, all the anguish? What if   you gave yourself   leave to ravish All these ravages with famished relish? What if   this were your way to flourish? What if   the self   you love to punish — Knavish, peevish, wolfish, sheepish — Were all slicked up in something lavish? Why so squeamish? Why make a fetish Out of everything you must relinquish? Why not embellish what you can’t abolish? What would be left if   you couldn’t brandish All the slavishness you’ve failed to banish? What would you be without this gibberish? What if   the true worth of the varnish Were to replenish your resolve to vanquish Every vain wish before you vanish?