We care, well we do
Now for the roughhousing boys
Reading, or pretending to
Abdul has got to see the
Funny side of the newsy letter
It is posted
It is motherbound
It sparkles and is full of choice words
The mid-twenties seem now to make sense
Not before, not after
I obtain a passport, I
Am entrusted
The truth is
I like that journey
It takes me past central divisions
Through fine arts
And beyond collisions
It takes me
To the wee small hours