Mr. Ben Franklin, Man of the City, br is it Love? Is it really, when Lightning br strikes the Key? Should I Experiment with br Knees? And this Part between my Lips, should I br Lick? or Squeeze? If she says, why not? Should we...? br br All Year I’ve marked my Failings in a Book- br I wrote them down, I checked them off-and still br some Things are better Unrecollect’d, br like Addages or Taxes. I read you br once-it took awhile then-It was Youth, br br I didn’t Mend, which is how Things End, br at least for Me, at least when Touch br gets to the Stop, and it’s Time to leave, and br I’ve lost my Keys, and she says, “I can br drive you only Half-way Home because I’m Tired, br br because I own a Car.” That One was Sweet, br at least at First, and some Nights I’d sing br a little Verse while walking with Abandon. br I called my Song, the Orgasm-and, Brother, I sang it br loud. Can you explain why the Police came br br around? What confuses Me is Frugality- br if I’m Virtuous can I bear it? Will I ever br get to Paris? I saw you once. In Philly! br You pointed at Me, so I pointed back. br My old Love said, Hey, Love, Who’s that? br br I said, That’s History. It was Rude of Me, I agree. br So I ask your Advice about Doing It Right, br when pressed against Night, we feel our Hour br and the Waters turn Electric... Ben, I’m no Skeptick- br in Love, as it goes, I’m strictly Philosophical.