The Joy of Poetry WHERE? Where, where do I check? Get off the deck Receive a 360 degrees neck Then make the rotation Let the eyes feed on the nation There, you see a class; A class without class; A class, not in the class A class at the by-pass Not even with a pass-- An epitome of neglect Who strive to reflect But the sit-tight patriots With rapacious throats Won't allow the floats.

Where? Where do we turn? To the garages, turn You will see the piteous fun Of great brains Without academic rains And of dying erudite grains That could match the reigns Of great kings.

Where? Where else? Look, look there! -- The happy coin there Is a sad coin here You dance here, You are praised; You dance there, You are despised-- What an irony! A soft touch, a fresh laughter A hard touch, a perpetual fever!

Where? Where? Where? Up there, just look Not by crook But by orison of hook That connects you to Him; He is able to change your stain To a great gain; The terrible sacrilege To a superb message; And the arrant nonsense To a remarkable SENSE!