On being a Lone Ranger.

By Unknown -
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

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