Poetry!

Here is some more verse, though thankfully not by me this time:

Girls and boys, come out to play,
But shoo the neighbours’ kid away.
He’s awkward, shy and very smart:
That’s proof enough he has no heart.
The grownups say: “No empathy”
And schedule him for therapy.
They hope that all the high-cost fuss
Will make him like empathic Us.
Then he’ll do all the things we do,
And be Quite Normal, through and through.
WE are empathic — think of that! –
Right now, we’re torturing a cat.

Hi Electra, Well you make your point in a deliciously concise way, which is the essence of good poetry.

Meanwhile, putting away my critic hat, I enjoyed that