I do not accept this condition.
I seek harmony inside my skin
yet find plenty with which to disagree.
I don’t get along with language.
At love with the sound of the word,
more than the meaning of the word,
an argument can start here.
And can’t the alphabet do without
the letter K
on my ceyboard?
Ugh! The sound of fury
fits perfectly here.
As I most esteem native cross talkers
and current thought riders,
please, tell me you don't agree.
If I can't agree with myself
Then, why should you.