I really love this one, and to this day I think it's one of the best things I've written. Written in my one room shack on Long Island in 1991, it has evolved a bit from its initial draft. This is probably the only work of mine—other than the Wishes… series—that I never consider truly finished. I'm always searching for the absolutely perfect words for this poem, and every time I find a better one I curse myself for not thinking of it in the first place. Even, so I'm very pleased with how it reads now, and I hope that you are too.

It was meant as a gag initially for all the people that "didn't get" some of the things that I was writing back then. I'd always get comments about my work being "too obscure", or that some people needed to have a dictionary handy in order to read some of my work. As an answer to my critics, I devised this poem to act as an off handed sarcastic rebuttal, and I think it works pretty well. Just imagine that there's agreat big yellow "winky" face at the end of this poem and we'll be just fine.

P.S. There's a bit of a visual gag in this poem as well. Look at the poem as a whole, perhaps from a bit of a distance, see if you can figure it out.

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