A dialogue between two body parts composed on the occasion of a hangover
A knotty problem this one, but a problem we can share,
A tough conundrum simply solved by working as a pair.
Unlikely when you fiddle so and fumble like a fool,
You’re always shilly-shallying. Chill out! Calm down! Keep cool!
I’m shaking not from fear alone, but anger from last night
When, rushing like an idiot, you tugged the lace too tight.
It’s easy done, and easy too for you to scorn and scoff
When you’re the one who chickened out and yanked the damned shoe off.’
It’s pointless arguing the toss, let’s try to work as one.
He’s still half-pissed. It’s up to us to get the knot undone.
It won’t unpick itself, it’s true, so let’s not pick a row,
We’ll knuckle down, untie the knot and solve the problem now!
But tell me how! By feel alone? By tugging at the ties,
All thumbs and fingers in the dark? We can’t. We need his eyes.
Good point. We have a problem here which isn’t worth pursuing
When you, his left hand, cannot see what I, his right, am doing.
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