Once did I meet,
a person such as he;
whose status,
mentally,
would all and ever be,
a question for eternity;
and yet,
did I say,
would the hachet hack the hay?
I don’t know,
could I say?
Would you know the man today,
had he not gone so astray,
from the place where we bashed,
rumbled and trashed,
and left him by the hay;
with a hachet I would say.
So let it not be said,
what we should,
and should not say.
[size=150]Acceptance!!!
Acceptance!!![/size]
Is that all we are to say,
as we hack away the hay?