Photo credit: Eddie Kopp

Why are you so selfish child?

Don’t you wish to see me fly—with you?

“Way above the sky!”

Be amongst the stars bright like you are?

Why are you so mean—child?

“Is it, green emerald, that has blinded your eyes?”

that glitters and make all hearts—smile:

From ’woes, ‘of the Grinch scheme;

makes you, so mean–heartless,

so it seems; then I will sing, sing, sing

—to your genes,

until your mean become grand, with a smile!

Empress Journee