Poem, in honor of a righteous opposition:
By: Chris J. Fonseca, 2020

Seen as too nice by the mean
Seen as too mean by the nice
Too assertive for the shy
Too shy for the assertive
Too good for the evil
Too evil for the good

Too early for the late
Too late for the early
Too poor for the wealthy
And too wealthy for the poor

Too dumb for the smart
And too smart for the dumb
Too good looking for the ugly
And too ugly for the good looking

What to do?
Respect money?
Respect violence?
Be washed away if not either?

The nicest among the mean?
Or, the meanest among the nice?

Don’t know?
No one wants you to know?

So, tell them they could call or write

Told them to call, they wrote
and when told to write, they called

Nothing really said, except the
passage of time.

You have a left and a right
Hands know what both do. How about yours?
Do they? Too?

How about shaking my left hand with your right hand
And your right hand with my left hand?
Would not be a good fit, would it? Unless we’re lovers
or trying to be different.

Maybe you should do it the right way?
Yes, the right way. And, be totally OK with it.

That is what he asks. Will you ask it too?

Chris J. Fonseca, 2020