He does not know how to make a point,
But only how to hint at one,
After which he may tell himself,
If he pleases,
That those who don’t get it
Just don’t get it.
Thus does he have the conversation
Pretty much by himself,
All in his stupid little mind,
Where he may afterward pretend
To have it all figured out,
In the absence of those
Not having bothered themselves to tread
Among the mess.
And having recently been irked
By a second man devoted to this tactic,
I am excited, at least,
To have put my finger all the more surely
On the elusive habit of the first,
Who, up until now, has had me
All these years scratching my head.
