Songs of Innocence and Experience, by William Blake, first published in 1789, republished in 1794
Saber-toothed media prickling tender skin under the arm,
a young girl loses confidence in the importance of her innocence
Brandish an electric toothbrush
Taste the leftover pesto between the interstices of your teeth
When ready to floss
garnish the landscape of your dreams with hints of radical truths.
Reserve excessive nudity and lack of reserve;
Regret whipping your failures until creamed, not curdled.
Tenderly incorporate a gentlemanly opened door
graciously accept and receive gifts of global responsibility.
Add vanilla bean of Madagascar with care, remembering all of the children on an island who may have never glimpsed the ocean.
Find love in a tricked up pressure cooker
Remove the acid and nails with care, rinse with filtered water
Separate the whites from the other folks, take care to protect the shells like your illusions from the effects of fallout.
When segregation is rightfully banished, rejoice in the failure of your own ignorance and observe with combined joy and shame the movement of your own growth.
Inappropriate wealth should be strained from excessive poverty
Observe a balance between fats and leans, standards and poors
Create with avidity and joy
combine knowledge with experience, dusting with a whiff of spice
Innocent girl, lost and found
Your world encrusted with the slime of broken backs and wayward dreams
Find again the rainbow sweltering below the beltline of your heart
Waiting for your embrace, accepting
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