I would like to make it clear
That if there is a Revolution
And my ex-lover commandant
With the heart of Robespierre
Were to appoint me to some post
Of Orthographic Reform
I would not consider
The suppression of capital letters
A necessity
And the upper cases could live on
In their serifs and furs
This doesn’t mean
A few heads wouldn’t roll
And others wouldn’t be forced
To flee the city
In the wake of my gathering war
On the sweet and fuzzy ellipsis
But the capitals can stay
Cutting off your king’s head
Is no braver than its opposite
And my sentences are as strong, and untrue
As my love for the Revolution and
Its laws not laws
