day TWELVE HUNDRED and FORTY ONE

sitting at solitaire
perplexing a specious
argument unformed

by my foe who
follows blindly
a leader who

yearns for the
blind faith of
foolish followers

I find the
distracting
play allows

my inner mind
to peruse the
weakness of

the non argument
the weakness
of the foe's

folly, I smile
at the simple
solution

that their
argument
fails at the

beginning—
the foundation
is flawed

so there is
no cause to
pursue the

structure of
a weak base—
my cards have

nowhere to go
now my game
is over

--Thomas R. Thomas