The Man In the Middle
The man in the middle
is given to fiddle, not wrestle
with questions regarding the Earth.
He'll dither and fuss, leave the answers to us,
never caring a jot what they're worth.
This man's in a bubble,
ignores all the trouble
afflicting his neighborhood, even his State,
he'll avoid disputes and strong disagreements,
and even the clearest of issues at stake.
Let him take a position one way or another,
there will come a day when he'll dither no more,
let's hope for the high road, his best of intentions,
when he'll do his damnedest to settle the score!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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