Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the wind —
When he looked about him he was in a far strange country.

Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the stars —
Yellow light tore sight from his eyes.

“My good fool,” said a learned bystander,
“Your operations are mad.”

“You are too candid,” cried the candid man,
And when his stick left the head of the learned bystander
It was two sticks.

1 Comment

  1. Peter C. Langella says:

    No one likes a critic. “Bravo!” Dare I say, the sticks mean war?

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