excuse my mannors, you may turn the page

but this play is a book and your world is a stage

i begin tonight with a story or two

about a man named lonely, and his friend called la rue.

la rue and lonely were a peculiar couple

with stains and chains and ultimate pain

these two caused quite the scuffle

but before i delve deeper into this plot

i might warn you to fear or even assume

that this pair is bound for perilous doom.

but along i continue with this woeful tale

about two men, a hammer, and a terrific nail.

into the evening both of them plunge

while lonely's shoes soak up water like a sponge

la rue flaps and squeels with his bottle of rum

while neither of them realize the danger to come.

A snap of a twig foreshadowing fear

a tick of a clock and the twitch of an ear

suddenly they slip, twist and fall

until they're released into a cramped black hall

they search and search, but to no avail

the only things found are a hammer and nail

what to do with these? an idea comes to mind

abismal energy that robs the body blind

so with pity and anguish la rue takes the hammer

and proceeds to asks lonely, with a bit of a stammer

"you go first, ill go second"

commiting a sin that can never be for reckoned

Then Lonely takes up the nail and contemplates his choice.

one he could die, one he could rejoice

solemn and mundane he takes his turn

in stealing his life, in sealing the burn

No doubt they are together once again

reunited in heaven as two holy friends

but condemned to sit and watch that black hall

that so many dead souls so fondly recall.