For Damien

There are few with whom I would stroll through Hell.

I know you’ll follow every wayward track

My tears wander and never, ever tell.

Even fewer would I trust at my back.

You look after yourself, and when you’re through,

Check for leftovers that you can attack.

There’s only two that would make it into

A saunter through a balmy August eve

Whistling a light and saucy little tune.

In case you’re wondering, that’s you and me.

Hell’s princes all fail to make us wuther

As we crack dirty jokes until we pee.

Even in the ninth circle it’s summer

When I walk there with you, my brother.

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#PAFriends. For Damien in T.A.S. by his brother from another mother, Milton.

Damien reciprocates here.

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