Saved by a Phd.
A drunk in a puddle of rose petals,
An honest worker, a fellow mate,
Someone you didn't know too well but can respect,
A lost poor soul or an idiot knowing much more...

How did you treat her? And what about him?
Is it okay? How do you feel?
Here, take a little happy return of a favour
Made from a friend to a friend.

A poor soul lost, a friend or the enemy,
A rich, perhaps famous or a leech,
A **** or a perfectly aligned stich
For the society we live in...
So said the vow, so spoke the law...
Now what can I say?
It may end up okay for everybody.