Collect and disperse, what's the worst a man can do. Think of you? Babe, how do you do.

Quantify and subjugate the cold food on my plate, so I can keep cryptic crypts coming, while my thoughts just keep running.

What can I do when my best friend has died. I only knew him for a minute, then there he goes, waving "bye-bye". Real men don't cry, do I believe that? I might. But I struggle to keep those thoughts away at night and by day light.

How do I feel about her? What's the thought and what's the gimmick? Happy to settle for friend but my heart pangs when she says she's with him. I dare not tell her for fear that she'll leave. But then they all do, don't they. What's the reprieve.

Nick