Sunday, 31 May 2020

Two Chins

Two Chins (Emily Maitliss and Dominic Cummings)

Or nature, if you don’t believe,
Gave us a talent to perceive
The character of fellow men
Within their eyes. Yet eyes alone
Are not enough, 
For others’ eyes, at times, deceive.

And if others’ eyes 
Deceive, then ours
Deceive likewise. 
We have our sulks and sullen glowers,
And passing anger which is shown
A signal, that it might be known,
And understood by every being,
Who, not being blind, 
Knows the art to read the mind
And comprehends the usefulness of seeing. 

If human character we seek to know,
We needs must concentrate,
Subtly, for one must not be thought, by others, rude, 
Upon the place where nature clearly shows its state,
And does not alter with each passing mood,
Not on the eyes, therefore,
Or hair or skin,
But on what is so well spelled out 
About the jib, or human chin.

And here are two such chins we might compare,
And truly they’re a really well matched pair,
Deserving, in some ways, each of the other.
Bossy sister, rather brutal brother.
For though these two might strive, contrive,
To keep some pleasant lies alive
Which tell some kinder tales about themselves, their jibs,
The cut thereof is plain.
So learn this lesson, there is much to gain:
They’re both pugnacious and determination,
Is spoken loudly, shouted there,
They never tire from venting their frustration,
Are prone to bullying manipulation,
And like to instil fear.
So should you meet them try and steer clear,
Or if you must be near them, 
Learn to live with constant strain.

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