I have a Little Conscience
That soars about with me
And keeps me in a state of flux
And much uncertainty.
I can’t have fun because of him–
He’s always there to say
“Huh- uh”, “No , no” , “I ‘m horrified”–
And “Oh you shouldn’t, Ray!”
0 Little Conscience, turn into
An ice-cream that melts;
Or take the air and hover
Over someone elts!
by Ray Romine Monday, September 8, 1947
