(“Man gave names to all the animals”)
When I’m in possession of all the pertinent facts
You’ll be among the first to know
After poring through all the arcane tracts
I’ll be able to put a name to our show
I covet that which comes from a paintbrush
Using the shapes of these letters instead
With the musical lilts that they offer
Like rubicund rubrific (or red)
Can words or pictures do justice
To the essence of this play
A tragic comic musical
That no bill board can convey…
Before the last thought has perished
I must replenish the dwindling stock
Of possible titles for “Existence”
In a universe that’s run amok