If every good idea I ever thought were mine

To recall or remember

I could keep my mind stayed on peace one day

On being loved the next

On loving the day beyond next

And so on

Paying nonevermind to an x

where chi-roe etc should be

Paying no heed to rumors of war

And threats of Sodom’s revenge

Scorning the tyrant selling lies

To prison widows whose men can’t vote

Row row row (you know the song,

Is it wrong to sing along

With an oft’ told lie from childhood?)

Life is more than a dream.

Teach the children Blake’s Songs.

That’s the truth and there is so much more.