He told me that I knew what to laugh at   And I wanted to but I just couldn't ask if he would take it back so I could know for certain   So on the bench I watched his left hand crossing   While doubling entendres with the voicings   He said "O darling, you're charming   Please don't find it alarming if I pull this stop out to free up a hand for heavy petting"      Now there there   I'm a friendly man   I joke about sex because it's funny when you're frightened      So silently I sat and turned the pages   Recalculating our respective ages   Over my shoulder, he muttered, "If I get any older   You can hack my wrists off with your choice of objects   No, I'm kidding"      Don't be scared   I'm a friendly man   I joke about death because it's funny when you're frightened      This is as far as I could get   He jabbed a needle in my neck   Erasing all the evidence   But there were matchsticks in my pants   And if a rock should hit my head   And I remember what he did   You'll be the very first to know         He told me that I showed a great potential   That given I turned heads and pages   Fame would be a piece of cake   But practice was essential   So like a stupid child I believed it   And golly who would had agreed if   I had been Schubert or Mozart   Devoted to the fine art of perfecting absolutely everything inconsequential      Don't be sad   I'll come back again   I joke about trash 'cause it takes class to be enlightened      So several decades have gone by   I am still sitting by his side   I turn the pages faithfully   He turns his head and smiles at me   And with a wink he says, "I doubt   We would be anywhere without   Your gift for keeping truth and consequence from meeting"