This was a deviant way

This was a deviant way
of leaving the organization
but the organ was out of
tune so I slipped away into
the beautiful cold dark
night - I thought of our
Last encounter and it
occurred to me that the
jar of purpose exposing a
solitude of Man Kind in the
salsa sauce and balsa wood
would lead us not into temp-
taters, but deliver us from
daily newspapers as our fathers
foretold ^^^^^^^