Humanity i love you

because you would rather black the boots of

sucess than enquire whose soul dangles from his

watch-chain which would be embarassing for both

parties and because you

unflinchingly applaud all

songs containing the words country home and

mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because

when you're hard up you pawn your

intelligence to buy a drink and when

you're flush your pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and

because you are continually commitings

nuisances but more

especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you

are perpetually putting the secret of

lifer in your pants and forgetting

it's there and sitting down

on it

and because you are

always making poems in the lap

of death Humanity

i hate you

e.e. cummings