Caleb/Clyde

Think it was Caleb who said "We're not goofballs yet But you're making fun of me I'll hold this pose So long as I am held like the countess I could propose If it keeps us from drowning If all these beasts are clever Why is there not an insignia sturdy or worth brandishing?" I lurched away Fetched him a broken box of tissues Stopped as I began to say Just how much I miss you "If Clyde shaves my head And Caleb makes the bed Perhaps we can fool around" Costs 'bout twenty five cents more To start the laundry then the day before So let's be in Hollywood Gritting our teeth Steady on stilettos But mostly in dreams