I met a man

I met a man the other day
who told me “There’s another way.”
Maybe it was the drugs he took;
he certainly had a diff’rent look.
I decided that he must be mad;
or, worse still, evil and bad.
Then I could move on from this crime;
you see these weirdos all the time.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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