It's that time of the month again,
For my best friend
And I feel slightly apprehensive.
I'm not sure whether this is all part of nature's Grand Scheme Of Things
My other friend, Dodge,
Thinks that this is all extremely hilarious,
and proceeds in telling us so as he catches the sun in his outstretched palms.
One of us is a traitor, he's not
and he can't tell that we are the good guys.
But I guess that
disposing of him isn't exactly what Dodge would like$\ldots$
It's that time of the month again$\ldots$