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Static Eleatic

I knew a man Parmenides
Who never moved a muscle.
He stayed in bed like someone dead.
He simply had no hustle.

For subtle thought had formed in him
A most peculiar notion.
“Whatever is, cannot not be.”
And that precluded motion.

His wife would try to mend his ways
(For frankly, she was pissed).
His perfect silence answered back,
“But change cannot exist!”

But in his web of sophistry
At last our friend was caught.
When bluntly asked, “Are you a prick?”
He couldn’t say, “I’m not!”



One Comment

  1. Mair wrote:

    Excellent! I needed that giggle this morning!

    Thursday, December 17, 2009 at 6:52 am | Permalink

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