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Oh…there he is
In front of me
-that is Mr. Inconsistency
Tail-gating the car in front of him
- his car is his statement, an extension of his libido,
everything he can afford
While informing the world that they should be considerate,
for he has a sign in his rear window
‘Child on board! ’
And while he is in his car – his personal space –
he can light another cigarette,
content to ignore the tendrils of smoke
caressing his baby’s face
Of course, he is more worried about the man behind him in the ten-year-old Ford…
“Can’t he read! ” he mutters, “my sign says “child on board”…
Later we find him watching the news
– a one-man audience cheering on the headline
that conforms to his world views.
Sometimes, in a moment of charity – or even clarity –
he pontificates that mankind should be happy and free
And sometimes he mutters “I would hang the lot of them…
if it was me…”
Mr. Inconsistency.
He is a person who will lie on his bed in the semi-darkness,
in that somnolent hinterland
before slumber comes to envelop him and steal his whimsical courage.
He is staring at the ceiling, playing out scenarios in his mind,
making speeches that send his imaginary audience reeling…
For they never knew he was so brave and selflessly kind…
They are, naturally, astounded by his knowledge and magnanimity,
for he is…
Mr. Inconsistency…
And in the cold light of day,
he actually has little of consequence to say
And when I speak of Mr. Inconsistency…
I am, of course, speaking generically
for ‘he’
may just as easily be ‘she’
and, indeed,
he and she, are in the end
the universal ‘we’.
And like the slaves in ‘Spartacus’
We should rise from our knees
and claim aloud
“I am Mr. Inconsistency”
While trying to shout down each other
for the dubious honour of first place.
Silly human race
Kevin Wells
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