I knew a wonderful man who lived in that building.
His husband was not so great.
The wonderful man was eager to please.
His husband was never satisfied.
The wonderful man worked two jobs.
His husband owned a stripper bar.
The wonderful man was kind, hiring boys lost to the street.
His husband felt he owned them.
The wonderful man died too soon.
His husband married a stripper boy.
The husband died and left the club
To his adopted stripper son.
But kindness lingered where apathy ruled—
And the boy grew to be another wonderful man.