An Exhortation from the ‘Me’ Generation

I go, you go, we go Ego

from Chicago to Oswego.

How does he go?

How does she go?

Like Iago, they go Ego.

Not like cargo ships at sea go.

They go cargo; we go Ego.

In Monaco, in Toledo,

In the former Belgian Congo,

Eating chutney made from mango,

Dancing Argentina’s tango,

Even suffering from lumbago,

Ego is the way that we go.

So on Gozo or Hokkaido,

Down in Togo, up in Soho,

Be like me, and go as we go:

Ego.