DRIAN

Watching a debat soon to be obsolet
On a telivesion soon to be obolete
With a fone no smatrer than the next

I am as vane a pratfall
As a valerian futstool
And as provain

As hiz hand on u
In an imadg wit 70 liks

Draind
I accipt their's no way owt
Excipt to go depeer

Fawr no shcool yrad
Cna b a plae gurond
Wehn yuoer spell
Buond

I wish da starling wood sing
Startled
I start again

The more you pull the longer the thread
Till a silk worm becomes the Silk Road
A theoretical string sure as Orion's tread
Gravitating from black hole to new abode

For if there be few
Let there be still fewer
Rather me and you
Go swim in the sewer
To the cold lake water
Than to lie in the drain of the many