His-Hat

This that, his hat.
Seeing will not believe,
That which is not ever there,
Ignoring will relieve.

Always wither and yon it is,
To a truth assured.
And ever more with glorious roar,
The thoughtless can be lured.

They cannot befriend,
And nought shall they end,
A most current trend,
With no logic they lend.

Tumultuous frivolous waste,
With spurious furious hate.
Decisions are finally made,
To late.

- Jeff Huber (1995)