Point/Counter            When you say the screw top Red is sacred, having been Consecrated by you in private, I hear communism is dead. When you remove a chair from my Unoccupied table, save me, sans Asking, I feel akin to a sacred violation Of my coffee break. When you shake my hand While clasping my shoulder with Your other claw, I want to roll Your fingers with my manly paw To hear the sound of dry twigs Catching fire. When you envelope yourself in Arms of a self-hug, I want to pat Your head without the inherent Patron of inferiority clouding us. - Paul Handley