There are so many parallels 

Between things on all levels

So much of what it is we do

Can be scrutinized by a few



Who then put out their little calls

Begging reconsideration of fools

Some things are then seen well

But others are too strange to tell



When parodies go over the edge

Then reworking them is respect

But when continuous small bibes

Set up ongoing feelings which ride



Between good taste and some bad

It is then considered really quite sad

For the realization is then fully made

Some things just don't jell, in spades



The overall picture must be seen to be

So completely devoid of harm and free

Contained within is so many good vibes

It's tough to see where all this resides



If all of the work is thrown out of the door

Because of certain items which make sore

Then is the fault within outgoing or incoming

Or is it perhaps a tune so falsely strumming?



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

10:10am Jan. 19th, 1998