It's A Virtue (B) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Talking to Scorpio is like talking to a wall - except
a wall is kinder and does not tell one to shut up -
listens quietly and does not tell one to stop, in many
ways sticks and stones breaking bones is nicer than
this refusal to enter into conversation, it's easier to
talk to the TV than to Mr Superb, ah well, respect is

Due to him as he works to take care of everything
and why should I want discourse when the whole
world is waiting outside, imaginary friends on the
Internet, my older Brother with his poetic intent, Mr
Dreamside using weed to get to "the other side", the
Spiritualist movement in England with illustrious name

Like Arthur Conan Doyle on board - and seeking Bible
Codes with Newton in its ranks - why then trouble about
Scorpio, let him live his absolutely unique, simplistic life
that has no room for anybody else, his austere Spartan
style shall be honoured and his total lack of hedonistic
tendencies approved, no wonder he's such a good

Provider, always on his course, looking neither left nor
right; Those with whom correspondence is possible -
are unknown, so let me curtsy in obeisance to the one
person I really know - who has neither fault nor short-
comings, except never to enter into conversation with
this crocodile - and it's not a fault, it's a virtue -

I realise, I think you understand…