The Chaotic Chasm Poem by Hannington Mumo

On one side of the coin glumly sits
The lonely thinker stroking his wits,
While on the other the bookish idler roams
Pursuing the all-beaten paths of tired norms.

Upon a distant shaft levitates the philosopher's hypothesis,
Endless lack of positive theorems his only numbing nemesis.
And upon the opposite pole poses the languid loiterer sycophant:
A lousy licker of most soiled boots, a dimwit who's forever infant.

A peripatetic apothecary or toy tutor he might be,
This ne'er-do-well who's ever hated by sense and me.
The other an astute author he might make;
That better face of humanity's twisted stake.

Your loathing of the darker brings no real relief
For Nature faithfully sentinels her less endowed…
And concord between the extremes is never feasible
For baloney abhors sense with all hates twice avowed.