I still remember you dressed in gray. Working undercover for the CIA. You were cursing Silber, living in Back Bay. Sailing on the Charles when I heard you say.
I push the limits of good taste. Whenever I open my mouth. You got a worm in your ear. Like checkov from kahn. . Shame! shame!. I hit a new kind of low..
All the time,. A loss.. Black like you were blessed,. I was sobered blind.. Let you take me there. And laughed loud when they found. I was devoured. devoured..