One Saturday we met --
Some friend's apartment.
You glanced my way,
Saying my name twice
Dear Lord! Did I think?
I drink to people this nice
Who early grow old,
Who told stories and sold
Their recycling at the store.
Origami men arrived before
My date. Hire a whore --
This one gives me the hives
I'm sick to death of him.
How lucky to have had the chance to sin.
(On Earth as it is in Heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.)
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