I only got involved because you foul-mouthed Dad,
Accused me in a letter of some sodomitic acts
And when they read my name out loud to a jury I knew this was not a joke
The defense began by asking questions about my writings that were sad,
Badly formed posits, I think they tried to make me mad

(Defense to Oscar Wilde: “Tell me, do you find the book)
�The Priest and the Acolyte’ is that an immoral book?”
(Oscar Wilde) “No, but it’s just not good” (laughter from the courtroom)

Those that do not love smoke and boys are fools,
You thing of grace and beauty that I don’t know what to do
With your read and yellow wine letters that you wrote to me
They left me with a heart of lead

Bad actors and the pornographic truth,
saying that they love you but you know that its not true
I would apologize again for the way that we used to live, when were on my floor,
but I’m not sure you didn’t like it


I tried to tell my counsel that your father couldn’t understand
how his third some had come to love a man,
and much to his own dismay, I felt the exact same way
When our friends they got arrested in a raid wearing women’s clothes,
the heat was surely on and I should have known, that soon our time would come
But the heart only wants what the body tells it to

Bad actors and the pornographic truth,
saying that they love you but you know that its not true
I would apologize again for the way that we used to live, when were on my floor,
but I’m not sure you didn’t love it

Please bury me in Pere Lachaise.
Please bury me there.