You wrote me a poem
That's just divine
If only you knew
Meter and Time

I really don't care
For your little club
Hypocrites, most of you
And that is the rub

You speak of balance
Yet all your decrees
Favor Lleis and Light
So give it up please

You're a sissified Daru
At least they proclaim
Their Nasty Light Habit
Without Worry or Shame

So please stop complaining
I really don't care
If you yell at me
You're a Sentaari, so There!

To Take a Sentaari
As serious, you need
A tinderbox, a pipe,
And a whole lot of weed

So don't call me
A Fork Without Prong
In the end you are
Horribly, Terribly WRONG!

That's Sentaari for you!
hugs to the Sentaari this doesn't apply to, Ele, Zeryn, and Gunshin, who
aren't total hypocrites

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Variach, in the year 116 MA.