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I Yam A Sweet Potato

(A Sonnet About What's Obvious)

over the years, what’s polite becomes impolite, what
good manners are inevitably seem so very wronghead
ed. the evolution of these differences, this ambiguity
(and i could just stop here) – well, as soon as you think

you have a pretty good clue what’s appropriate, how to see
good or bad in yourself or others; how to perform your way,

with consistently, at least if you prefer good over bad, opt for
right over wrong or generally prefer polite rather than rude

or impolite – the moment you get anywhere near knowing, every

thing seems to switch, to twist, to become its opposite.  and this
evolution evolves exponentially, so that, try as hard as you might,
the world begins to turn on its head, the way becomes fuzzy and,

inevitably, in the end (if we get there), the one truth, the one verity,
becomes the impossibility of telling the difference; of knowing a thing.