I've never thought that way before.
I've never even tried.
Then you came and planted the thought
Deep within my mind.
I can't believe I'm thinking this thought;
A secret you shouldn't speak.
A scarlet letter; that hidden idea,
You gave to me just last week.
The thought ought not be thought,
The idea that really must die.
Why, my friend, did you make me think,
That even a little, I might end up ----
(The end of this poem has been cut off to perserve the author's sanity)


