There is some meaning to the word semantics
It’s why b a n a n a means yellow fruit
A beeping box is called “computer,”
A pencil’s a utensil
And keys are something that you lose
But now you see, thanks to the thoughts of some romantics
I drink from a glass glass, and watch a fly fly
Then in the fall, when the leaves leave the trees
And I hear “duck!”—I duck, but nevermind
It was just a goose
Why is it then, that there’s one meaning to the word “semantics”?
It seems in all their antics, those hopeless romantics
Have all forgot about
“Semantics”—see a man tick, just like a bomb about to blow
Although he’s patient, his roommate’s tics have managed, finally,
To light his fuse.