I am to be trusted, perhaps
At times when all others cannot
Speak freely, and so give to me
Foul secrets and their vulgar thoughts
And then expect fraternity!
Somehow with those they'd mocked profane
Or wasted time so liberally
In a perpetual complaint
Aye, the question offered has got
To be can I trust you, again?
I've done far worse with better chaps,
And gone off course with better maps.
Written May 7
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