Between us two, we could commit
the world's mightiest mortal sin, I guess. You
could be the best bad influence that I have ever met -
- and yet, I do suspect that better things than anything bad
or worse we'd fling ourselves at heedlessly, reveal themselves
to our regret, as we are forced to mumble curse, and grudgingly admit
that it's self-evident, our blessings are a better bet.
We roll with it.