When someone blew me they knew

it would be a matteR of time

before I killed your head prefect but they did not know

it would be you too, sweetheart, mine

since I love you too dearly

not to know it is the wrong kind

of love for you and your friends like mine

who ask not for the gayest of problems but

the right of all to be here and not there

and that makes it all fine

and dandy and not

the right way

but the wrong

and you too

shall be here and there

and not here and to four

for it is the wrong kind of laughter

that you reap and that

makes for the wrong timed liker

and the right timed wrong to be here kind of

language tested faith and you all know it too.



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