Sorry, Fatchie, Sorry, Jack, Sorry, Mimi, Sorry Susukan.
But I have no love lost for Jolo.
I wasn't there when it went down the river.
And you weren't there either.
None of us was there.
So now look it is spewing us
Black stagnant waters staring back at us every which way we look
Bubbling with hate and malice
Be that our hearts would go that way, too.
