Altruistic Abba

And then in the future

So that only We now-

Do go take a Deep bow

And rip out our fresh suture

 

And not that it shall matter

The Indent not only invents

The course for future events-

Is an Idea left to flatter

 

The mind is empty in thought

When the soul weighs heavily

The morning call of "Reveille"

Is a Remedy supposed to 'ought

 

Mediocre is the place

Where the job is to strip

All of Ego and the Lip-

To a Recessed face