So I and thou, it could be me and you, Kiddo, but that was once, and might have been, But this is now, and I forever true Could not have been, in light of what I¹ve seen. For I have seen, abjectly, the reversal Of every thought I thought I ever had, My empty bag now scattered for dispersal, Its contents mostly good when they are bad. So furthermore, on thee I lavish praise To mock myself, that is cheap counterfeit Of thee, derived from thee, whom I always Do plunder for my thought's unlettered writ. So, so it goes. Thou reader, stand unfazed: For if you saw her face, you'd be amazed.