You can make light of it if you wish,
brush it off with a shrug and a wry smile,
tomorrow will be a new page, another
breaking story. But the controversy still
rages. You’ve never listened to the voices
anyway, never heeded the chaste call
of complimentary reason, never agreed
to the hoary ambiguities of wisdom. You
play it your way. These vignettes of your
artistry are all that matters, the truth is
a play on words, and no-one but the
naked man in your heart understands.
© I.D. Carswell
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