Wednesday, April 15, 2009

The Gallows or The Throne

Where each man's a king
And each one a martyr
There are too little things
That each has to barter
So take to the streets,
And join with the mob
Or visit the court
And apply for a job.
Life is advice
And each one alone
Chooses gold dust or lice
On the gallows or throne.
The commonest error-
The wise one, he sees:
Those who seek both sit in terror
Like Lou Dobbs and Damocles.

STRANGER, n. The suspicious, impoverished alien or his indictable employer.  One the scriptures protect along with his persecutor.

14 comments:

Ariel the Thief said...

Stranger, a person full of potential.

TLP said...

STRANGER: The truth as opposed to fiction.

Send me the gold and you hang on to those lice.

Nessa said...

Stranger: Less dangerous than your friends or family.

quilly said...

When I was just a wee one, I was moved to a new home, in a new neighborhood and sent off to a new school. As she left me on the side of the playground to suffer whatever favor or ills should result, my Gram said, "Now remember, don't talk to strangers." And I queried, "Then how am I supposed to make friends?"

STRANGER n. potential friend or fiend,

Tom & Icy said...

Maybe like them incognito angels where you get indicted in the next world if you refuse to help them and get indicted in this world if you do.

actonbell said...

I like the poem.
I agree with Ariel, sometimes the Stranger in a strange land is mighty interesting.

the amoeba said...

STRANGER, n. A member of Dr. Strange's fan club. Probably hoping to use the mystic arts to steer a middle course between royalty and gravebait.

Doug said...

With all the disappointments ahead, huh, Ariel?

Seems fair, TLP.

By a long shot, Nessa.

Quilly, you know perfectly well the grownups wanted you dead.

That's kind of the deal, isn't it, Icy?

Actonbell, that's why we travel.

I loved that comic, Amoeba. By Kadath!

cooper said...

Well we all have a face
That we hide away forever
And we take them out and
Show ourselves
When everyone has gone
Some are satin some are steel
Some are silk and some are leather
They're the faces of the stranger
But we love to try them on

The person in he mirror.
Especially after a night in a beach bar.

Anonymous said...

oh lord
the language
of the
stranger..
was so unknown
to the
occupant..
a smile
was enough
for
reassurance....
Peace...must say the sound of the rolling/colliding rocks of the beach , are very relaxing....eat and be healthy..................

Ariel the Thief said...

The less disappointment the older you are, Doug. :)

Jim said...

I was thinking the friendly barber doesn't worry about strangers or the gallows or the throne.
Oh, for the life of a ...
..
I had to stop and try to figure out why I wrote that. No help arrived.
..

Doug said...

Cooper, take a bow. "They're the faces of a stranger but we love to try them on," is Bartlett's-ready.

I can do half your prescription, for sure, Bear. A good time at the beach is a real good time.

That's the truth, Ariel.

Jim, if I was searching for a saint, I'd get a haircut.

weirsdo said...

Like the Dobbs/Damocles pairing.
Strangers: Those who fall short of Damon/Pythias. Most people.