What should I do when there’s a man shouting on the street? SHOUTING. A man is shouting, I’m pouting, he’s SHouting on the street. Why won’t my friend return my call? I did her a favor, a favor that’s all. A favor I did I wish to collect. A favor a favor a FAVOR— RESPECT! outside, the cool air bristles past the walkers, wherE the sidewalk dirties and tourists comparE their lovely homes to our foggy knoLL, outside in the rushing, the workers troLL. The “theys” of this world tell us, “UNITE”, The “theys” often speak of unspeakable nights, The “theys” appear frequently vested in plight, So I will retire— retire alright? I’ll be home in my garden, outside on the lawn, At the ocean, the mountains, the glades filled with fawn. I’ll draw and I’ll sing and I’ll break my own noose, I’ll laugh and cavort with Doctors named Suess. I’ll hop through the streets with an unrefined glee, Why, I’ll make up silly rhymes— that’s what I’ll be. I’ll fracture, distort and skew all the lines, I’ll make my own reason, invent all the time, Tell lies that are truth when others do glare And shout, SHout, SHOUT more than others will dare!