It's Too Late To Change Your Mind

	6:58 PM (3 minutes ago)
well, that's a trope, but

shall I fart my fair behind? 

do I dare to snitch a Sneech?

I've been wearing white flannel trousers

longer than there's been a beach,

and, walking hand to hand, each to each...

which is not to say I'm not crazy, but,

where's the cool aid coming from anyway?

I already heard it sing to me.

I grow old, `I grow old...I will wear my clothing bold...

the mermaids will have to sing to me....

'till human voices remind me I am free.

Nods and apologies to The Love `song Of J. Alfred Prufrok  by T.S. Eliot