I can walk away from this place Abandon the glow of errors Perpetuating virtue in vague Divested cries of varsity.
Money lending streaks as landing Gear for unwashed crevices Folded by the shadow of a skirt Molded to repeat rejections Embracing jaundiced juices of piety.
I should walk away from this place See less, feel, press prudent pranks Serenade the abscessed derelictions Of Descartian restraint.
Rapecious rigors reverberate Rustic crinkles effused by Pantomimed vestibule referrals To a thin blend of crusted Boardrooms and Barricades.
Bedros Afeyan 9-27-03 Les Liasons Dangeureuses, ACT Theatre, SF