Behold My Friend

by Ward Cleaver

BEHOLD my friend
To follow you

As you walk by;
I am not content.

As you are now,
How do I know

So Once was I.
— Which way you went.

As I am now,
You stunk like hell

So you shall be.
You stink it now

Prepare for Death
— You Son of A Bitch

And follow me
— You fucking

cow . . .

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