for friends sake

o how many times i

unsuit my will,for old

time sake,as i must let go mine

and regret,a million fold

how much more cofee are sunk

beneath my unwilling belly,it floats

like the tipsy brain of a drunk

does it indigest,those unnecessary oats

and the magnificent castles in spain

lay crumbling,upon others wishes

and demand,doth leave the future slain

between a twig,and the knit of the eye lashes