The Thing About Nothing

Oh Thing and Nothing,
Can’t we all get along?
For when one of you is here
The other is gone.

Oh Thing and Nothing,
Deep within me you dwell,
And if we can resolve this conflict
It would be quite swell.

For, you see, I’m having
A crisis, of sorts,
Such that I can’t decide whether
To watch soap operas or sports.

This diverting dilemma,
It is easy to see,
Comes down to the question
Of my identity.

So Thing and Nothing,
Come together as kin.
Yours most sincerely,
W.R. Bin

PS – Jack, Olius and smac
You had better come back
For the plot can’t progress
Without those who digress 
(WRB)

The End

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