Once you put a name on it,
you can put the blame on it.
Life eventually outgrows EVERYTHING.
(Hey, stick around longer
than the rest of these yahoos,
and see for yourself.)
A mischievous math maven maintained
to a mostly immature mob,
"Only the young believe in love”,
and one little snipper-whapper said,
“Yeah, but isn’t it only the young
who NEED love”, to which the digit-dodger
replied, “Say kid, just how old ARE you anyway?”
A knight is not a Revolutionist warrior
unless he can order himself about with
no apparent justification.
Stability carried too far
becomes rigor mortis.