To All upon Whom These Words Shall Come—My Affection Is Fleeting

I’ve been Super-Sighin’

at crowds to me cryin’,

“We want it ‘NOW’d’!” and “‘MORE’d’!”

Those two tribes of our World—

(Lord…) The Bores and The Bored…

“LIVE!” Given in a ward,

uploads of me (findin’

them Selves online…) lyin’

in states of un-dress/-blurred—

behold—Genius hon-(wh)ored…