There is something to be said about humor. I think it’s a wide judgement, and no cruel word to say I knew that once and I identify And identiFLY Took it and ran, took it and flew Who even cares these days what’s a word’s a word And a sound is just as well Until some guy who says Get off here... you... Even if this is what you’re about, don’t fathom Because I do what I want! I’ll get you till I’ll get you And when you’re mine you’re mine Maybe beautiful but maybe an ******* It’s easy to say we should be rational and think but I say take to the sky, even though he makes me Sick! Sick! Sick! He was so kind that time I collapsed on the balustrade And said shall I come? Declining, a walk, a step, in the Dark was my way Appreciating non Apathy But recognizing distrust It’s my time to wander, to pant to breathe in unhappiness Just let me do it, as you say... You