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That Guy

I have attempted a poetic approach on the requirement of a parity between good and evil - the yin and yang that make life what it is.

I

one-bloke

Higher than the ocean

But lower than the moon

He hangs tight for life

With all its gloom.


A little gossip here

And a bit much ho ho there

Oh the misery of a poor lad

He can hardly fathom his dear dad

All minds sincere

From a toe to every hair.


‘A bit different he is’ mother says

The others just play safe

They grudge against him like a Tartar

All haughtily impaired.


‘Just a bit different he is’ they say

But within their lair

He is just an evil little hare.

II

one-bloke

Wild as a mayhem

But sweet as a pea

He likes to savour his moments

With all too many bees.


A grasp of reality

Does not have he

But a touch of eternity

Might have a soulful glee.


He likes his ale

And he likes his gin

Every flavour is a haven

One two and a seven.


His heart is of gold

He helps those who are sore

Not a trifle in return

Just the pleasure of a good learn.


His humour and his smile

His kindness with no craft

Are not enough for the half

Who would like to see him rile.


Humble he has rife

Not a snob is he

He is square and fair

With a belly full of bear

And adventures to great heights.

III

one-bloke

But a libertine he is

And that can’t be right

Much of such sin

Is met with the guillotine

And a handful of righteous eyes.


Just as song and dance

Go hand in hand

So do good and bad

Neither in advance.


Monsters and fairies

Are all of this world

Hedonism and Temperance

Shake hands and stroll.

© 2019 Tiyasha Maitra

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