He told me that I knew just what to laugh at And I wanted to but I just couldnt ask if he would take it back so I could know for certain So on the bench I watched his left hand crossing While doubling entendres with the voicings He said oh darling, youre charming, please dont find it alarming If I pull this stop out to free up a hand for heavy petting Now there there Im a friendly man I joke about sex because its funny when youre frightened So silently I sat and turned the pages Recalculating our respective ages Over my shoulder he muttered if I get any older You can hack my wrists off with your choice of objects no Im kidding Dont be scared Im a friendly man I joke about death because its funny when youre frightened This is as far as I could get he jabbed a needle in my neck Erasing all the evidence but there were matchsticks in my pants And if a rock should hit my head and I remember what he did Youll be the very first to know Maybe Ill find out why this damn thing wont stop bleeding He told me that I showed a great potential That given I turned heads and pages fame would be a piece of cake but Practice was essential So like a stupid child I believed it And golly who would ever had agreed if I had been Schubert or Mozart Devoted to the fine art of perfecting absolutely everything inconsequential Dont be sad Ill come back again I joke about trash cause it takes class to be enlightened So several decades have gone by I am still sitting by his side I turn the pages faithfully He turns his head and smiles at me And with a wink he says I doubt We would be anywhere without Your gift for keeping truth and consequence from meeting
joke, page, friendly, frightened, recalculating