A poem by Jim Culleny of NoUtopia.com:
–A friend emailed a question. She asked in earnest,
“Jim how are you, really?”Trick Question
Not a trick by the asker
but trick by
my inner magician,
my personal convoluter,
my lithe prevaricator
who first teased Eve
under a tree
with the acid, orange
kumquat of knowledge
which he bounced
upon his forked tongue
and upon which Eve
and her shifty lover
sadly choked.
The question,
How are you, really?
is impossible for a fake
to bear.
To answer would be
to mock God
who sees through spin
no matter how sincere.
Continue reading the poem here.