If only Option A had all pros and no cons,
With Option B full of cons but no pros …
Then one could be resolute, decisive,
Unwavering as a bureaucracy bent on banality.
Back straight, shoulders square,
One could stand with one’s chin slightly forward.
But Option A always has a leak
And even evil has the virtue of being redeemable.
So one is left with oneself, always, only,
In a windy park, seated on a stone wall,
Massaging one’s scalp
With one’s fingertips.
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