Post by hallmon on Mar 24, 2009 17:36:32 GMT -8
He was quiet.
He was thoughtful.
He was a rebel.
He flouted authority,
and yet he obeyed authority.
He obeyed authority,
but with extreme mediocrity.
Others thought of him as peaceable.
He thought of himself as unnoticeable..
He only spoke when spoken too,
and rarely was he ever spoken too.
He liked it that way,
and he hated it that way.
Sometimes he thought he was invisible.
Everything was visible,
but only he was invisible.
If he was invisible,
then he was uninteresting,
and if he was invisible,
and uninteresting,
then he could be spying,
He should be spying!
Because spying would be fun!
And he rarely ever had fun!
All he ever did was work!
Work!
And when nobody was looking, pretending to work.
He wanted to escape, to be free.
But to be free, would expose him.
And he didn’t want to be exposed.
He liked to hide,
and he liked to seek,
but he could neither seek while hiding,
nor hide while he was seeking.
It would have to be either or,
and he hated either’s and or’s.
This then would require some thought,
he was at a fork in the road,
and he didn’t know which to take,
“either or,” he said.
“Either or,” he repeated.
And he hated either’s and or’s.
Either quit being quiet,
and make some noise.
Or keep being peaceable,
and stay invisible.
He hated either’s and or’s.