The Iway to Youmanity
I awoke early this morning and askedWhy my imagination sets me free.In a flash of delight I wonderstoodIt’s the Iway to youmanity.
Snark and shame and the bitters of cynicsWorm in our hearts until we all are n’awed,And nothing’s left but in dig in nay tionWe sinflict on all we in stink outlawed.
You will abject that these words are objectsNo severious poet would ever muse.I reply you mute demeaning what you hear The sound that chorales all the different yous.
I awoke early this morning and askedWhy my imagination sets me free.In a flash of delight I wonderstoodIt’s the Iway to youmanity.
Snark and shame and the bitters of cynicsWorm in our hearts until we all are n’awed,And nothing’s left but in dig in nay tionWe sinflict on all we in stink outlawed.
You will abject that these words are objectsNo severious poet would ever muse.I reply you mute demeaning what you hear The sound that chorales all the different yous.