Argue with me, disagree;
Run me down, deplore me;
Criticize me openly,
But don’t, I beg, ignore me.
If you’ll cock an attentive ear
At the hackneyed glories
From my travels far and near,
I’ll hold still for your stories.
You and I achieve perfection, thus.
Whomever we bore, it won’t be us!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 8, 1950
