a Jason original...
"you know you want it...
you know i want it...
so, what'cha gonn' do?
here's the catch mah friend...
i just don't wan'do it wit' you."
somehow... these words just came to me.
dunno what triggered it...
oh well...
"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"
Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.
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