The Other Side of The Lake


On the other side of the lake, the people
Live in luxury;
They eat off finest china, and
They’re not like you or me

I looked across this lake for years, and
Dreamed about a day
I’d rise up from my current life and
Learn to live their way

The other side of the lake is just
A half a mile or so;
Although the swim is hard, I think
I’d really like to go

Because I weary of what’s real
And also of what’s fake;
Somehow, I think it’s different
Over there
Across the lake

A Statistical Abstract

“… many of us admit we don’t understand statistics …”

Not really relevant to the text, but I liked the picture.
Not really relevant to the text, but I liked the picture.

There any number of things

We believe

Because we’ve read statistics


Even though many of us admit

We don’t understand statistics

Have little idea how they’re computed

And even less where the data came from

Or how reliable it is


So we don’t know what we believe

Only who we choose to believe


So it might behoove us

On occasion

To be slightly more skeptical


We may find, upon reflection,

That many people we have known personally

And put our faith in

Turned out not to merit that trust


So why do we implicitly trust

People we don’t know at all?


What It Be-Conomics

Don’t even ask about the title. I have no idea either.


Ah, yes, the world –

That’s buying and selling
You trade what you’ve got
For what you don’t

And needing something
Doesn’t mean you’ll have it
Unless you find
Something to trade for it

Do you bemoan this?
This state of affairs?

Then what would you would trade
To put in its place?