Humanity i love youbecause you would rather black the boots ofsuccess than enquire whose soul dangles from hiswatch-chain which would be embarrassing for bothparties and because youunflinchingly applaud allsongs containing the words country home andmother when sung at the old howardHumanity i love you becausewhen you’re hard up you pawn yourintelligence to buy a drink and whenyou’re flush pride keepsyou from the pawn shop andbecause you are continually committingnuisances but moreespecially in your own houseHumanity i love you because youare perpetually putting the secret oflife in your pants and forgettingit’s there and sitting downon itand because you areforever making poems in the lapof death Humanityi hate you
This poem from the 1920s still echoes with some relevance today.
And just to forestall certain comments, It's "E. E. Cummings," not "e. e. cummings". The headstone on his grave is even inscribed in ALLCAPS.
More than ever...
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