In and out like a well-planned crime
She left me empty and defenseless
What a shame, though, I must do the time.
We've seen this all before
What a bore, the illusion, the lore
Again, never, nothing more.
Oh well, I pine, what was the attraction?
Nothing more than another among
The countable infinity of mundane distractions.
So long, my dear.[Joe Ruelos - March 3,1999]