We are small words, short and quick.
We come at you, fast and thick.
We aren’t here to dance and sing.
We rhyme so loud your ears ring.
Would you like to know whose views
Are drawn through us? We’ve got news.
We’re not speech for beasts. We’re done.
It’s time our own gold gets spun.
You know how to guess our name?
Think. If all words were your name,
And all signs drew clouds at dusk,
What would you be called? That’s us.