As an experiment, (and unbeknownst to his friends), this one ole man replaced his hearing aid with a tiny FM receiver permanently tuned to a Heavy Metal station; after several years of this arrangement, he told me the word, “experiment,” was no longer adequate.
In a case of finding-the-right-audience,
this one fellow, whenever he thought
he might be full of shit, would say,
“Now you might think I’m full of shit…” –
and he was correct.
For some, the worst
is in considering the alternative.
This one chap
when he would come to the end of a page,
would oftimes turn it.
(What a chap.)
It’s hard to live on the edge when you’re full;
if you think there are two ways of taking this,
you’re half right.