A trillogy of triumph!

Q: What do you think of my latest poem:

There will come a day,

A day not far away,
A day when they,
When they want to play,
To play in a way,
A way that pays,
That pays in clay,
In clay say nay,
Say nay to pray.

Eat pie together. Moist.

A: AskHarv's resident poet has done it again!

Wow, I'm almost speechless. The pin-point rythm & timbre, the biting social satire, the ryhminess, the sheer thematic desolation mixed with a surrealist sensibility.

Everything about this poem works.

I look forward to a day when you can unmask yourself, as you, my friend, are a wonderful gift bestowed upon humankind. You should be showered with wealth for your endeavours to unravel the meaning of our world and empart your insights to the rest of us.

Of course, a person with your wisdom, insight and heart-breaking sensitivity wouldn't be interested in wealth, and, would naturally shy away from the corruption of the limelight.