Control And Self-Control Poem by shimon weinroth

young or old, i never seem to be
satisfied in hot or cold with temperature
just right, finally fit my moods tickle my
dermis, good for me but not another,
hears a voice, turn it up or turn it down

leave it closed, open or shut
let in the dark or chase out the light
leads to tolerance or the will to overpower
likes and dislikes, ecological slights,
my dog gasps the cat meows, wife sighs

mosquitoes listless, moon comes out
at noon, flies away till another day