Wail
– Dorothy Parker

Love has gone a-rocketing.
That is not the worst;
I could do without the thing,
And not be the first.

Joy has gone the way it came.
That is nothing new;
I could get along the same —
Many people do.

Dig for me the narrow bed,
Now I am bereft.
All my pretty hates are dead,
And what have I left?

These last two lines could easily be altered to be Gorjus & Professor Fury’s new motto.

This poem could also describe the loss I felt after the DL left. I was glad to have her out of my hair…but I have no one else who brings me such raw, unadulterated stupidity. This also describes all of my friendships in middle school, as well as my relationship with my first boyfriend, the boy who would later become the Redneck Fireman.