On being a Lone Ranger.
Back in the days, wonder, yore Life was still dark and sore Broad roads were dark alleyways Happiness? Noways! Find a place to rest in peace, Go take your chance, no, do as you please! You are alone, you are aloof Like a lone ranger on the sands of times The wind chimes, while the poem no longer rhymes You wonder since when has tragedy been your style Weren't you gay, weren't you happy all the while Since there is no time to contemplate Or, an eternity that you could waste But wait! Is that a ray of hope you see? That difference! Oh, his eyes are dead like the black sea He opens his mouth, his tongue divided Like that fork Poseidon was provided Yes he is irritating, beyond belief But a mentor, your solace in solitude You hate his guts, you hate that attitude But since when has friendship been of a lesser magnitude? Original Poem