Factoidman and Shallowman - Part 3

FM “ShallowMan, if you’ve conflictions owing to your mind’s addictions to subconscious maledictions, due to doubt in old convictions; tell me now of your afflictions.” SM “FactoidMan, I must confess I understand you more or less though subtleties provoke distress, and even more your fine finesse inclines to make my mind compress. Forgive me now my cheekiness in asking you for some redress; although you’ve certainly gained success convincing others, nonetheless my valuations retrogress to untold depths of shallowness the more your reasons (which impress onlookers with your cleverness at citing Facts, most referenceless) dissolve like dragons in Loch Ness.” [Well FactoidMan must simply smile (and sometimes chuckles for a while) when ShallowMan acts infantile and won’t attempt to reconcile those Facts that rhyme like truth and guile.] SM “I know that all you say’s legit though oft your Facts sound counterfeit and leave my dawning mind unlit (just feeling like a retrofit). But, on the whole, I must admit, a mental fog’s a benefit; when eyes are closed and hairs are split expressions vague, I might submit although the Facts don’t seem to fit! Please help me once to cope with it.” FM “Oh ShallowMan you’re so amusing when my Facts you find confusing; you’ve no profit when refusing simple truths of my own choosing; bathe in wisdom I’m suffusing when awake or else while snoozing.” SM “Oh FactoidMan, ’twould be a sin to mourn for thoughts that might-have-been if you had had more time to spin some arguments to underpin conclusions bringing much chagrin to those who try to do yours in. For yes, it seems your notion’s thin (though acrid, sweetened up within a grain of salt called saccharin).” FM “Yes, ShallowMan, you must have known, I’d find your mindset set-in-stone when claiming notions underblown (especially those I call my own) ignoring all the Facts I’ve shown, a lapse to which you’re plainly prone.” SM “No, FactoidMan, I’m not disbanding your contentions so outstanding (even though they need expanding for a thorough understanding); with some polish or else sanding (you know, somewhat less demanding) they might make a model landing, lack of catwalk notwithstanding.” FM “To answer you I’ll write a ditty getting to the nitty-gritty, oh so lofty, oh so witty, where the Facts shine, oh so pretty; if you’re lost, then more’s the pity, tell it to my subcommittee, ‘Miss Direction’s Detour City’. Now it’s time to feed the kitty.” [Well FactoidMan’s concluding quip to give advice and hold his grip (by letting words of wisdom drip) displayed adroit one-upmanship:] FM “Hubba hubba, ching ching ching, now I’ve taught you everything without a hook, without a string; you needn’t clutch, you needn’t cling, just bow instead and kiss my ring.” END