And YOU, of all people, honestly, <br />it is not easy for me to understand, <br />you are asking me how to fix this thing? <br />Fix us? Make us whole? Lovey, dovey? <br /> <br />I must, on this triste Monday morning, <br />tell you, that I do NOT miss you, <br />don't NEED to kiss you, however, <br />my dear, I would like you to get, <br />if you don't mind and do get my drift, <br />get my buddies, all of them, lined up, <br />like for deliverance, bring the banjo, <br />but this is, please listen, my only <br />my deep down hidden desire, my lack, <br />my socionutrient deficiency, acquired, <br />yes, or in the blood, I need, like my <br />daily and enriched bread, the company of <br />my buddies. Not a thing more, not now. <br />That is what has made me ache, <br />long, cry at night and grump at the world. <br />Boys only, naturally, no zebras, please.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-boys-2/
