Through the briars was he,

Stung in places unmentionable,

Forsaken by his god, oh gee,

Can you blame him,

Turned from a he to a she…

On an acid trip he discovered self,

Now he looks a bit like an over grown elf,

Hope he does not in my dream appear,

Just the reason I gave up drinking beer…

Egested did he of his past,

Disowned by those he was of known,

To no one else must he atone,

I would if I were he, bemoan,

But he be happy, to the world this is he shown…

© ed ~ 6/10/06