I resisted all the way to the tied down,
Like a mad tiger I lurched and loitered
In the cloistered buildings or the cloistered jungles,
In those habitations too grand for the hearing,
In those places where men and women are aghast.
I, Language, shall keep disgust at bay,
Wonder at the issues concerning me,
And be a language far too reaching into the mind.
My tied down state works for the betterment of words,
For they are servants, always the right slaves,
For the wickedness and the rudeness.
Words, words and more of those phrases are
In the depths of your disgust, in lagoons
Of treachery, of lust, of desire for the share
That is undeserved,
That matters to others.