Well, I collect the insects without jars,
I let them fly and buzz around my home
And when I feel the need I grab some tar;
They come to me so I can pluck their tome.
The flies and gnats hold tomes and books inside;
I hold one to my eye and read it full -
I am inspired by these thoughts that guide,
I charge through my own art like some mad bull.
But then I see another passing by,
I snatch it up and read and then I say:
"Oh this one is electric to my eye!
I won't forget the old - but I must play."
I put the old upon a line, of course,
Along with many others with remorse.