why should we send
our friends to sleep
with little pecks
upon the cheek
with fond caresses
and what seems
a little fuel
for their dreams

we're told that it's so very nice
and if we don't we're cold as ice
as they might have to speculate
upon their fear upon their hate
so we go on just as we should
within a script of hollywood
and with limp body by our side
pretending it's not suicide
leave the mind another day
when we will think and even pray
to know the fullness of our joy
dependent not on girl or boy