A Very Short Song

Once, when I was young and true,

Someone left me sad-

Broke my brittle heart in two;

And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,

Love is but a curse.

Once there was a heart I broke;

And that, I think, is worse.

Dorothy Parker

A child in a curious phase
A man with sullen ways
Oh, I know very well how I got my name

You think you were my first love, but you're wrong
You were the only one

Holding firmly to the trunk, I took a step toward him, and then my knees bent and I jounced the limb. Finny, his balance gone, swung his head around to look at me for an instant with extreme interest, and then he tumbled sideways, broke through the little branches below and hit the bank with a sickening, unnatural thud.

                                                                                  White Trash Zero

                                                                                 Me - without clothes?

                                                                     Well, a nation turns its back and gags