By Emmett Lee Dickinson: How happy is the little Fool That rambles in his shoes of Gold, And doesn't care about the Truth And champions a man uncouth – Whose Cult of ornamental Orange A plotting Q-niverse put on, And unrepentant for his Sins Associates with lies and spins, Fulfilling absolute Decree Of radical toxicity – | By Emily Dickinson: How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn't care about Careers And Exigencies never fears – Whose Coat of elemental Brown A passing Universe put on, And independent as the Sun Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute Decree In casual simplicity – |