Religion and Science are at war in the yard.
Philosophy and Poetry quarrel on the porch.
It’s getting hard to sleep in this neighborhood
with all of the fighting. The coffee and the tea
are arming themselves with mass anti-oxidants
and preparing for battle before the water even boils.
The other day Philosophy and Science allied
against Religion and Poetry in a skirmish over free-will.
They all want me to take sides; each one fights
a little harder when I walk past, tries to look archetypal.
But right now I need the sleep, sleep and caffeine.
I walk past them every morning sipping whatever’s in my cup.
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