I lately have been feeling like George.
With my fingers, and back to the country’s foundation, curious.
I feel tall of stature. Of reputation. My teeth are trees.
I can’t imagine camping in snow. General
is not a title or description I’m comfortable with. Taking
a wife, I would not take a wife with slaves
no matter her wealth. Nor would I wive the man
with the yellow hat. I would do differently. I would
keep Lenny further from harm, for example. Go
by Geo. No I’d say to mobs and zoos. Less
great, maybe — I’d try to be.