Why are you here Listening to these repetitions Of rhyme, rhythm, and roar Oscillating music of Imperfect monotones Mesmerizing, hypnotizing and Capturing, no captivating you with Deception and titillating vision #
Emancipating your imagination From this boring stuff, which helps you see The excellence in the reader before me, The fantastic in the performer after me.
Yet you focus on the walls, the ceiling, the tablecloth As they tell you all the secrets hidden in time Observed and recorded from different angles From different ages # fanatical outbursts on the run.
So now, you know the day I cut the line To get to the hot coffee # the dried fruit. So now, you can see, here, right in front of you, The day they made Irish Soda Bread! In 1902.