Villon (1431- c1463) Je crie a toutes gens mercis, Ballade de merci

The "Excuse Me" Ballade

To Célestínes and monks Carthus-
ian, Mendicants, and Elvis fans,
to dealers, dreamers, foxy flooz-
ies flaunting [bad word] in tight short pants,
to ancient gigolos, who jog
in [bad word] shoes, 
and cloppers in designer clogs,
I ask that they my sins excuse.

To acrobats with apes in tow,
to bikers looking for a brawl,
to [bad word] from a show:
whistling, six wide wall-to-wall.
To teenage pros who bare their [bad word] and so entice the johns to call,
to tiny hipsters with tattoos,
I beg forgiveness of them all.

Except those vicious carrion birds
by whom I marbles shat and gnawed
on [bad word] for many an eve and dawn,
and whom I value not three turds.
For them I'd gladly make a [bad word] 
but can't because I'm sitting down,
and just so they won't feel left out,
I cry excuse me everyone.

May men their fifteen ribs destroy
by mighty hammers swung with joy
and also by a wrecking ball:
I shout so sorry to them all.