WakȟÁŋ TȟÁŋka Poem by Madrason .

When I took Irony by the hand
it helped me to understand
the silly we in me
I tried to comprehend
why I so oft denied
my competentions obsolete
for I did nothing to compete
and all of a sudden smiles
smile on my face so surprised
Irony had shown a new destiny
to give that smile good company
and sometimes rest a while
from such unneeded agony
people think I understand
I'm feeling like Old Shatterhand
who's missing now his dearest friend
Oh Manitou and Winnetou
please help me now, what can I do
to mend, till my forfeited end! M