Where the Snide Talk Ends
There is a place where the snide talk ends
And before the sweet begins,
And there the crass grows soft and light,
And there the fun turns dim sun bright,
And there the elephonkey rests from his fight
To cool in the overwith wind.
Let us leave this place where the joke flows back
And the snark street whines and wins.
Past the pits where the asshole powers crow
We shall talk with a talk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the alt-spite arrows go
To the place where the snide talk ends.
Yes we'll talk with a talk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the alt-spite arrows go,
For the children, they hark, and the children, they show
The place where the snide talk ends.