Monday, May 14, 2012

The Tool and the Fool

I will describe to you a man I see
Staring straight through your back to glare at me.
Tall, skinny, without a mustache or beard;
Yet a smarting of wires on his face smeared.
Glasses, yes, and little ones, as in books,
Or is that one glass through which he now looks?
Yet the distinguishing mark of this man
Is that he wears no clothes over the van
Of his lacking bulk; rather he wears a robe
Of black, no other color in wardrobe,
At least I suspect. He's a tool I suspect
Who never learned any decent respect
For those that sustain his made livelihood.
Perhaps he'll turn around, I think he should!

                             The Tool and the Fool, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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