Standing there on one leg,
he ponders the sanity of his age:
Deliberating on the affairs of men,
he seeks an answer from the wind:
Retroactive to the goat he milks,
he sees the situation obvious: too many fools:
Networks abounding to the fallacy of the modern mind;
automated machines carrying on the simple task of life:
He contemplates the mole upon his nose;
the craftiness of logic to calculate his knobby toes:
At night he goes home to his wife;
knowing what she knows is much the better life.
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