Ways and Means

Ways

They pave

the way of the world

with

two way streets

and one way tickets

and I wonder

which way to go.

Either way?

All the way?

The other way around?

They want to

lead the way,

and point the way,

and tell you to

make way,

and give way,

and get out of

the way,

and turn you

every which way.

But I want to

find my own way.

I don’t want

to look the other way,

or cede

the right of way.

Anymore.

There is no way

this ends well.

Means

The golden mean

sounds so dreamy.

Shiny.

A fair mean.

Not a foul mean.

They mean well.

But private means

mean business

and the end

hardly needs a mean

to justify

the means

of production

by any means.

By all means,

I protest.