I looked all 'round, none best I saw
bellies 'nd butts, could not compare
no ideal I found, for my awe,
parts 'nd people, not worth a stare
here 'nd there at academe's door,
out 'nd in, all manner of mind
I saw, plus the polymath's store,
not one impressed as best of kind
I waded in things, spirits old,
to ken the souls, erase their selves,
aspirant nor guru's way sold,
some such other, we seek to delve
these days, no sure perfect locus,
in dif'rence just brilliance I count,
no certain bliss, this world's focus,
but prospects, thus answers, surmount
what to these salvation anoint--
they don't--one and all we embrace,
for each and every, best's the point,
such the purpose, as we save face
