We're not
Asked, are we
Friends?
Safe in the
Knowledge of
Prominent
Schools,
Endowed with
Smooth,
Savvy flair
And
Whose points
Are cast
In stone,
I'm thinking,
"What's that
Word that
Bends the
Rules a
Bit,
Gives the
Freedom to
Gray the
Equation?"
We're all
Here, all
One, all
Noise,
One mass of
Flesh made
Kinder,
More Nice --
Maybe the
Everyday
Trials of
Our Soul
Collect and
Amass the
Lingual urge,
Fine urge to
Speak
Release of
Hard-line
Potentators:
Broadly vain,
Yet vainly
Broad they
Sit while the
World's run
To their bid.
We're not
Asked, are we
Friends?