Comfort Level - Poem by Douglas Scotney
In taking on his specialty
he was taking comfort
in responsibility and accountability,
in both of which
every other specialist was
and could not not be also taking comfort.
In not taking on his,
the misguided specialist
could not take comfort.
Misguided specialists converted.
The specialist who was unsatisfied by qualified comfort
meddled in and messed up others' domains.
The one who was satisfied said, 'Love and leave;
in his own comfort's where this guy remains.'
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