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.