I must confess my dear Aunt Emma
Initiated my dilemma
By shouting my complex inferior
Down with “Nephew, be superior!”
And two years later my Aunt Kate
Did just as scathingly berate
And call annoying and immense
My boyish overconfidence.
And so my Aunts both shout today,
“He’s so complex, is Nephew Rayl”
by Ray Romine Sunday, September 24, 1950
