Like yer Thanks-Giving Ghost Simply Cries, Not Much about you, I don't like, Never much about you, I cannot Fight, Fuck the Mulch, And Look, At the Roots, Time Revolves, Within our lovely Cahoots, Crazy, Or Lazy, We are the first to Know, But you are not Crimson, E'bery day I think I am Human E'bery day I know I am Knot E'Very day I wonder what comes behind, E'Very single faggot tied into a cardiovascular clot Human lest my paw reach out, 'Til I feel your fingers, Human grabbing human, Single touch that always lingers... Crime be Past, Our Latent Last, I think not, Of you again, But I think of you Always, As my Simple Fren' You are the best, You are the last, I miss you very much, Every Poem you do not write, I think of, With a crutch,