Letting off steam.
The pot and the kettle
The pot and the kettle /
made of weak metal /
are less than fundamental: /
They’re not right./
They put on displays /
In fundamental ways /
Undermining mainstays /
And creating only blight./
“My lies can’t compete /
With falsehoods you repeat./
Put down your tweet /
And tell me what to say.”/
But the pot said to the kettle:/
“You’ve got to keep your mettle/
Because I won’t settle/
For nothing less today./
“We remain on course/
In all our discourse/
There will be no divorce/
From my lies that are true.”/
Said the kettle to the pot:/
“You have said a lot/
Some of which has begot/
Us in a trouble or two.”/
“That doesn’t matter.”/
The pot said like a mad hatter./
“All the facts are but chatter/
That will go away./
“We must all remember/
The role of a dissembler/
Is not in any way render/
Anything that will stay./
“A lie we tell here/
We tell it loud and clear/
But we do not ever steer/
As if those words are right./
“We will lie as we must/
As on and on they discuss/
That in us they cannot trust/
And in that is our might.”/
“We start at the beginning/
And blame them for our sinning/
Grafting and grinning/
Together all the way./
“For the true believer/
Has a different receiver/
And it matters not which lever/
We jerk down today.”/
The pot and the kettle /
made of weak metal /
are less than fundamental: /
They’re not right./
They put on displays /
In fundamental ways /
Undermining mainstays /
Creating death and blight./
–by David E. Booker
