Exception is the Rule

EXCEPTION IS THE RULE

By Brennan Jackson (1991-20XX)

We hold these truths to be self-evident;

Put “I” before “e,” except after “c,”

To live one more day, one should simply flee,

And for money to be made, it is first spent.

Yet if so clear, why so long to cement?

And where does one divine in “weigh” a “c”?

The penniless beggar has coin for bread.

We look at Chaos, and are order-bent,

While the Universe laughs, and finds us queer;

Yet, we can see, and those things far, we fear.

The water, contradiction in a tear,

Or man, so wild, though he seem austere?

We must find how to love duality

Or simply live out our lives miserably.