CABIN FEVER
The day of already lustrous derailment
You will find him by your side, shouting "More!"
The day you wed, he will suffer an ailment
A picnic in the park, or race/class-war
He will explain that all your dreams are jokes
Of course your nightmares aren't allowed either
Only the art of the twist and the hoax
A friend always, just don't be too eager
Yet hear him late, with his girl on the phone
A whimper, a beg, and urgent whispers
A sin for which he has yet to atone
Where he can't go, he sends the cats whiskers
Drunk and smoking, a dandy in my clothes
What he really means to you only he knows
AP