I hold in my hand, Thugster, three letters, three letters from the stage of your fine fine superfine career.

The first one begins Cleglaw, sweetheart, darling, my wonderful one,
I will always be grateful for the things which you have done.

The second letter came after you got your start.
It came from your keyboard, Thugster, but not from your heart.

In the third letter came the joker of the deck.
You ended your letter, enclosed please sign my check.

Why you think that money can pay
for the hard long years I suffered until things broke your way.

I'm answering this letter that says we must part.
I'm tearing up the pieces the way you tore up my heart.

Once again welcome to the forum. I bet you never thought you would get this kind of response.


The question is not, Can they reason? nor, Can they talk? but, Can they suffer?
~Jeremy Bentham