Hello, hello, who are you?
And what is your place in this life?
Is yours a spoony point of view
or are you the edge of the knife?
Do you invert what you perceive
or would you rather slice?
Which of you do you believe?
And how do you suffice?

I watch you look at life all ways
as much as you dissect.
I note you’re weird, and you amaze
me so, that I suspect
that you are other than these tools;
you browse and then inspect.
A fork impaling precious jewels,
you’re not what I’ve come to expect.