How pretentious are we
This preternatural attraction
Magnetizes you and I, like gravity
It's surprising that we never rise
Still I recall the first time that you fell
We held hands and laughed
While centuries have come and gone
You said, what's past is past
But what's past has yet to pass away
So we pretend that nothing’s changed
While for thousand of years
We like to pretend we've remained the same
There was a time when all writing
Was considered a manifestation of the divine
And now it seems like anyone can write copy

And it makes me wonder out loud
Is it only grammar that appeals to you  
Is it syntax that takes you to heaven
Are you aroused by proper punctuation
Its frightening to know what turns people on these days
And I am alarmed at the lack of literacy portrayed
Yet a common mistake is to assume its due to ignorance
And not a lack of virtue, that keeps it all this way