When the weeping muse has run out of tears <br />And the poet no longer has any ideas, <br />When slowly but surely your hope disappears <br />There's a friend who can help you in spite of your fears. <br />Only dead men can see him and folk who are blind <br />And if you go searching you never will find <br />Him, he only appears <br />To children and lepers and failures and fools <br />And drunkards and liars who break all the rules, <br />He's the friend of transvestites and cripples and queers <br />With a voice that no cleric or Pope ever hears, <br />His body is broken and nailed to a tree <br />And only through bondage can he make you free.<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-friend-in-need-12/
