It’s a battle of wits of all things to be found
We battle with words when the fists have fallen languidly to the ground
This was a war for the greatest dichotomy
When he taught me a thing or two about reverse-reverse psychology
He drifted into town with nothing but a camera and charisma to boot
He drifted out of town with all of my loot
He played mysterious music that still haunts the ears
It crept slowly from the speakers, stabbing like spears
I thought I had the game won
Before it was all said and done
But we began to talk semantics
We all thought it was ambiguously fantastic
It was all quite merry until our words lost all meaning
It left me fumbling my memories in search of feelings
It was something right out of ancient mythology
When he taught me a thing or two about reverse-reverse psychology
By: Jerry Benjamin Stout
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