One, two, three, let me count the ways to thee.
How very ignorant you do seem to me.
Without element of water, fire, earth, and air
You would live without freedom from such despair
As your mouth would open to find no air
Your throat as dry as the emptiness in your mind
No reprieve from the cold or any of that kind
Nothing to stop that fall that does not end with time.
For ignorance doesn't ease for those that refuse to see.
Eat your dirt because I'm sure you wouldn't want to shirk,
From the only duty that you could receive and be called work
for a person with such an airy head such as yours.

My apologies to those who did not wish to hear.


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Chakros, in the year 209 MA.