Wishy-washy eyes, they stare and declaim,
They have business here, that is without doubt,
Slashing and shouting, all will be this same!

Long legs from red glitter support the dame
Stern nuns in habits suppress the heart’s shout,
Wish-washy eyes, they stare and declaim.

Unity, it follows examples of fame,
Opposed by seasons’ dialectic rout,
Slashing and shouting, all will be this same!

Form is bigger; called the content, it came,
Yet order is reversed in a rigged bout,
Wish-washy eyes, they stare and declaim.

The trees’ rise from roots shy enveloped shame,
Asserts in space, a lonely, drunken lout,
Slashing and shouting, all will be this same!

Don’t let them play, we will give them a name
In this moist earth only a single sprout
Wishy-washy eyes, they stare and declaim,
Slashing and shouting, all will be this same!