I was surprised I was happy for a day in 1975. I was puzzled by a dream stayed with me all day in 1995. My brother had confessed that he was gay. It took the heat off me for a while. He stood up with a sailor friend. Made it known upon my sisters wedding day. I got married in a rush to save a kid from being deported. Now she’s in love. I was so touched I was moved to kick the crutches. From my crippled friend. She was not impressed that I cured her on the sabbath. So I went to confess. When she saw the funny side we introduced my child bride. To whisky and gin. The priest in the booth had a photographic memory. For all he had heard. He took all of my sins and he wrote a pocket novel called. The state I am in. So I gave myself to god. There was a pregnant pause before he said ok. Now I spend my day turning tables round in marks & spencer’s. They don’t seem to mind. I gave myself to sin. I gave myself to providence. And I’ve been there and back again. The state that I am in. Oh love of mine would you condescend to help me. Cause I’m stupid and blind. Desperation is the devil’s work it is the folly of a boys empty mind. Now I’m feeling dangerous riding on city buses for a hobby is sad. Lead me to a living end. I promised that I’d entertain my crippled friend. My crippled friend. .