To JD

Foresooth, for while the cat looks like an overlarge
and ripe rat, they are enemies
While one man looks much like another, also are they.
Being twisted around and haveing no control
over one destiny as a ball on a string with a cup.
A log is carved into a bench so we can sit, but we won't
because we hate.
So another bench is made and I covet it.
Then I act against the rat and now I have both benches.
It is then that I realize that I can not sit in two benches at once,
and that I am alone.

by

William R. Thomas