Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shops and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

— Humanity i love you, E. E. Cummings

I depend on the world and on me. What I want depends on how I feel about either.

If I love the world, and I love myself: I want to be a philosopher.

If I love the world, and I hate myself: I want to be a a priest.

If I hate the world, and I love myself: I want to be a politician.

If I hate the world, and I hate myself: I want to be a writer.

Anything else you’d like to know about me is in here.