And here I am in a pink top and hair-do from the fifties


Our leaders are cross-eyed
Our priests are cross-eyed
Our ancestors are cross-eyed
Our parents were cross-eyed

Our professors were cross-eyed
Our neighbors are cross-eyed
The followers, all cross-eyed

Our authors are cross-eyed
Our artists are cross-eyed
The learned are cross-eyed
Our favors and favorites are cross-eyed

Our clinicians are cross-eyed
All technicians are cross-eyed

Our fears are cross-eyed
Our beliefs are cross-eyed
Our cowards are cross-eyed
Our assassins are cross-eyed

Our autos are cross-eyed
Our monos are cross-eyed
Our fisticuffs are cross-eyed
Our stop signs are cross-eyed
Our eyesight is cross-eyed

Our terrors are cross-eyed
Our iPhones are cross-eyed

Our ellipses are cross-eyed
Our bloodstreams are cross-eyed
Our yesterdays all cross-eyed
Our faults are, at the very least, near-sighted

Our focus is cross-eyed
Our past times are cross-eyed
Our past lives are cross-eyed
and our overpass is cross-eyed

Our cross currents are cross-eyed
Our crossways are cross-eyed
Our cross outs are cross-eyed
Our crustaceans are cross-eyed
Our Christ on a cross is cross-eyed

Our will is cross-eyed
Our is are cross-eyed
Our was, so cross-eyed
Our are are cross-eyed

All of our dearest friends are cross-eyed

Our children will be cross-eyed
Our future is cross- eyed

But you,
you see fine