I start every line with I
Cuz I am less than we
But how can that be?
Well let’s just wait; let’s see
There’s I and you, there’s me
And he and she, and Old English thee!
Thee old English thee?
But he swings in thee tree
How can that be?
Well let’s just wait; let’s see
He sets the old ones free
They’ve gotten away from me
And from I and he—from she
Simply, the thee have escaped
All the present day we
So wherever, whoever can the thee be
Lo—! there the thee be; there’s thou
And thee and mine and thine
Each swooping vine-to-vine
They’ll tire in thine good time
And we—we’ll be simply sublime
For I am the center of me
And you—! you’re kicked out of we
YOU ARE READING
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RandomThis is weird, unclassifiable stuff. Much of it centers around technical satire. There's some dream fiction in here also and a variety of experiments with the fictional writing structure and theme.
