(of Ever-Ever Land i speak <br />sweet morons gather roun' <br />who does not dare to stand or sit <br />may take it lying down) <br /> <br />down with the human soul <br />and anything else uncanned <br />for everyone carries canopeners <br />in Ever-Ever Land <br /> <br />(for Ever-Ever Land is a place <br />that's as simple as simple can be <br />and was built that way on purpose <br />by simple people like we) <br /> <br />down with hell and heaven <br />and all the religious fuss <br />infinity pleased our parents <br />one inch looks good to us <br /> <br />(and Ever-Ever Land is a place <br />that's measured and safe and known <br />where it's lucky to be unlucky <br />and the hitler lies down with the cohn) <br /> <br />down above all with love <br />and everything perverse <br />or which makes some feel more better <br />when all ought to feel less worse <br /> <br />(but only sameness is normal <br />in Ever-Ever Land <br />for a bad cigar is a woman <br />but a gland is only a gland)<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-ever-ever-land-i-speak/
