We posted our letters
We made our feelings known
We cursed and cursed our betters
For the winds of change had blown
We made our notes in the margins
Explaining why what was shown was shown
We explored the slopes of those margins
To see why what had grown had grown
I read again the letters
This time to search between the lines
I cursed again our bastard betters
And asked politely if I could pay the fines
We spooked ourselves more or less forever
With the essence of the myth
We saw the light but we were way less clever
On those B roads to there or herewith
