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Mixed Bag

Cut out the bad part
Just like cancer
The perfect solution
The ultimate answer

Oh, if only I could isolate
The purest property
Maybe I’d get a handle on
My inhumanity

Weed out the bad stuff
Chaff from wheat
Make the good half
The thing complete

Oh, if only we could separate
The water from the oil
The consummate broth, the ideal brew
Before it started to boil

One drop taints the mixture –
Part and parcel of the mass
The formula is its element
One pupil is the class

I’m a mixed bag, a curate’s egg –
Take the bad with the good
It’s only in this way modern man
Can ever be understood

Cut out the bad part
Just like cancer
The seismic solution
The cosmic answer

There’s Stephen Hawking
In his old wheelchair
Who would believe all infinity
Could be rattling around in there?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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