Fight or Flight


I’m the fly in the hall,

By the wall,


Like a dandelion’s seed on a gentle breeze,

Flailing like a cat’s tail,


For solid ground where my feet lay,

Somewhere to stay, to pray

Before I’m taken by a wailing gale,

Like a failing sail sounding an ailing wail,

A fervent, furious, futile flap.


So it goes,

Going where the wind blows,

Not the direction I chose, I suppose;

I’m on my toes in my throes,

I don’t slow in the flow,

Where I’m going doesn’t matter,

Like the guys on the other side, and their chatter,

If I ride the storm, I’ll find a swarm,

Somewhere warm,

I’m sure.

Human Behavior


With each additional option,

We see liberation,

But practice caution.

Each consequence with direct causation,

On the results of the action-auction.

Personal persuasion,

Is a zero-sum game,

A perfectly balanced equation.

There is no evasion,

Protesting makes you more tame,

Each strike leaves an abrasion.

Like sipping fine wine from a Klein stein,

That leads you astray, away, aside,

Where you reside on the incline,

And slide back inside.