The former lover of my lover Was a sophisticated Pole named Bolek Not polite, he’d join Arthur and me for dinner Looking distracted and thinner He’d take a bite of his rare delicious lamb chop And say, “Really Billy this has gotta stop.” I’d say, “What’s gotta stop?” He’d say, “You’re being a dick.” I’d say, “Bolek.” He’d say, “Billy.” I’d say,...Learn More