Triplets

One way in which the Revolution assures its perpetuation
is that ordinary folk don’t even know it is going on.

Advice from one guy who seems to have plenty:
(I just pass ‘em along, no comment and no guarantee),
anyhow, his for the day goes like this, “Forget,” he begins, “Forget
all about notions like ‘cosmic doubles, guardian angels or imaginary playmates,’
instead latch onto something really important, like this –
There’s a hit man on everybody’s tail.”

In the attempt not only to give him some good, hard, healthy and practical directions,
but some that carried a deep metaphorical meaning as well, a father told his son,
“Those who serve the wine never themselves indulge.” And the kid replied,
“Are you nuts, every bartender I ever met drinks like a fish.”
With pathetic shock and disbelief the old timer screamed, “Are you serious?”

By the time anything becomes a part of man’s vernacular,
it is already in a state of decline.

The first brother said, “It’s hard to believe.”
The second one replied, “Yeah, but it’s even harder not to believe,”
and the first brother asked, “What can we do?”
The second one said, “Invent another brother.”

J.