“Such Sweet Sorrow,” by yours truly
“Really W—, leave!” “But I heard you have a pal, and his name is Steve.” “Don’t believe!” “Okay, I’ll be gone.” “Well, you look a bit wan.” “Oh, don’t quote Keats. He really beats: ‘Alone and palely loitering.'” “They say I have big feets.” “Maybe so, but eat your beets.” “They are good for the liver.” “And we don’t like to quiver.” “Okay, just go.” “I know.” “Don’t jerk; let it flow.” “For that, I may need a ho.” “So so.”