When this tadpole was
Springing into frog-hood,
Glen Campbell told of
“Unconditional Love!”
Now that the odometer
has clinked upwards
to Linked-In,
the Twenty-Teens tell us
to Post and Proclaim
how Great the Name
of Narcissus or Narcissa
(whichever the case may be).
In what addled wisdom
Is it apropros not in the name of
Evato;
But rather Calliope
Shall decree that [when new]
was fresh and sweet. Now,
the same qualities shall show
as wearying: contemptible.
Whither the human hand of
Trust?
Alas, it has gone bust.
And I don’t believe Calliope,
Neither has she, if you were
to ask He (Wraith’s target)
if there’s ever been a street in N.O.L.A.
that beareth Calliope’s name.
It is far better, then,
to Forget, and to Forge Onward!