I know no one more knowing than I
to ply Parker, papyrus and ink,
and, eluding all risk to be seen as some nisk,
swim towards tolerance, never to sink.
I’ll admit I’m no 10. No one is.
Who amongst us subsists without sin…?
Not your beatniks, your peaceniks, nor no kind o’ -niks –
despite creed, gender, color of skin.
Do you “yessir!” with ‘da!,’ ‘ya!’ or ‘si!’…?
Curls your pupek far out or way in…?
Are you Ms., Mrs., Miss (I discount skirts call’d ‘Knis’)…?
Be to Mayflower trippers you kin…?
Is your uncle a knight who says “Ni!”…?
Be you one of them blue-bloodish “in”s…?
Are you highbrow or hick…? If you’re Dutch do you snik…?
Still, we’re fam’ly, no matter whose kins.
to ply Parker, papyrus and ink,
and, eluding all risk to be seen as some nisk,
swim towards tolerance, never to sink.
I’ll admit I’m no 10. No one is.
Who amongst us subsists without sin…?
Not your beatniks, your peaceniks, nor no kind o’ -niks –
despite creed, gender, color of skin.
Do you “yessir!” with ‘da!,’ ‘ya!’ or ‘si!’…?
Curls your pupek far out or way in…?
Are you Ms., Mrs., Miss (I discount skirts call’d ‘Knis’)…?
Be to Mayflower trippers you kin…?
Is your uncle a knight who says “Ni!”…?
Be you one of them blue-bloodish “in”s…?
Are you highbrow or hick…? If you’re Dutch do you snik…?
Still, we’re fam’ly, no matter whose kins.
