The verdant Field of Irony
Has always got new growth;
For words and actions will diverge
Till neither mirrors both
We set our stake upon a ground
That is no way our own;
And talk about a flag we fly
That isn’t one we’ve flown
We long to join the rich in words,
Where wealth is metaphor;
Down in the Field of Irony
There’s always room for more
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