Oh well, it seems that we were both fooled
By lovely curations of whimsy and wit, all set aflame by a touch of fate
But to extrapolate a being? C’mon, we’re less silly
Mocking any and all that is noble and illustrious…
I have to wonder if all that cynicism is a replacement for what should be a spine?
Merely stuffing.
Musn’t it be tiring to live life through mockery?
Conflating seeking with rationalization; the common contrarian mishap
So stay perched upon your stake, cursing the fields you merely overlay; yelling obscenities with ravenous crows
That’s all it is and ever will be; cacophony
Daring not even to believe the ground is solid beneath your feet
But that quilt is the only one of its kind
Nothing any set of mortal eyes could surely recreate
Let’s get creative; let’s take this face, and plaster it all over the page!
Or even more radical; perform as a wretch upon a stage
But would you dare getup as a different race?
I shall do my part; take a shart on this canvas as an ode to Ukraine—the most original work of art!
Oh, but I could not pierce even if I tried…
Especially when I see your face, so sublime…
And a hypocrite, so am I.