Poem for Day 283 – 20151011
Present at your little argument
with invitation by the Devil's Advocate,
An unwanted visitor by your measure,
beware he'll state the other case.
Here comes the Straw Man, friend to only me.
Don't be confused if I voice his concerns,
he'd have a brain to speak for himself
if it weren't full of the cherries ripe picked.
There is a gift he'll share with you,
the ability to simplify the complicated.
It is a shame that his clear constructions
are shams that damn your argument.
With his plain speech he understands
the facts much better than you can.
It is a pity there is no basis
of what he say in veracity.
Light weight creation is the key
to the Straw Man's methodology.
Too heavy and he might represent
actual truth difficult to repute.
Don't blow to hard on my friend,
he'll fold over like a blade in the wind.
This is the point you'll see!
The straw man is just a friend to me.
A frightful face he'll wear for show,
representing the worst for all to behold.
It is shame that it is a farce,
a fabrication to defeat.
He's a shape shifter of the first degree,
doppelganger of an imagined one.
The sum of evoked weasel words,
fabrication made to serve only me.
Part sham, part truth, all to confuse.
my Straw Man has taken the stage.
Best call him out before it is too late,
this is the best defense against your fate.
So now you've met your other face,
the straw man that I'll now knock down.
It is a pity that you allowed me to build
truth's sure enemy made now complete.
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