A Poem About Something ... I Just Don't Know What

There was a reason why...
once.
If only I could remember.
Can you?
Where do honorable people go when they die?
Do the less honorable walk with them?
Or do they just carry their luggage?
Are there shades of wrong?
Can one be born with the capacity for outrage?
He smiled often only it was a green, drippy smile.
Imagine kissing a man with fuzzy teeth.
Would you?
If he asked nicely, would you?
Could you?