In this world there are two types of people,
regardless of age, sex or gender roles.
Those who crack jokes at funerals and wakes,
and those who cry at an execution.
Then there's those who laugh as the lights flicker,
and those who make friends with the coroner.
Or those who end it all with a taut rope,
and those who coax jumpers back from bridges.
Those who ride bobbers into the sunset,
and those who kill God to prove He exists.
There are those who can't touch their toes,
and those who bend over backwards when asked.
Those who work too hard for next to no pay,
and those executives who embezzle.
Those who are too scared to leave their front door,
and those who skydive for no good reason.
Those who file for divorce with their sixth spouse,
and those who marry their high school sweetheart.
Those who competitively eat hot dogs,
and those who purge before they go to bed.
Those who swim in fishbowl margaritas,
and those who read the Serenity Prayer.
Those who think methodically slow as sloths,
and those who outwit as well as John Donne.
Those who forecast the weather with their bones,
and those who leave their umbrellas at home.
Those who can hold their breath underwater,
and those with asthma who can't breathe at all.
Those who pick their nose and scratch their bottom,
and those who still lift their hats for women.
Those who wear masks during a pandemic,
and those who die from Coronavirus.
Chivalry may be dead, also romance,
but please, be fair and kind, and wear a mask.
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