"A equals X," says Mister One. <br />"A equals B," says Mister Two. <br />"A equals nothing under the sun <br />But A," says Mister Three. A few <br />Applaud; some wipe their eyes; <br />Some linger in the shade to see <br />One and Two in neat disguise <br />Decapitating Mister Three. <br /> <br />"This age is not entirely bad." <br />It's bad enough, God knows, but you <br />Should know Elizabethans had <br />Sweeneys and Mrs. Porters too. <br />The past goes down and disappears, <br />The present stumbles home to bed, <br />The future stretches out in years <br />That no one knows, and you'll be dead.<br /><br />Weldon Kees<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-speakers/
