Twice Right, Never On Time
Wikipedia Twice Right, Never On Time I’ve taken to success the way a teapot takes to boiling—loud, inevitable, and slightly unhinged. The world of governance in 2026 is a long table set for argument, every chair already warm with someone else’s certainty. Splendid! I thrive in the steam of it. Got these ears, I hear everything. While kings juggle headlines like flaming scones, I butter my bread with chaos and call it breakfast. “Choose a side,” they say. I choose the front side of the clock—always wrong, always right twice, and never invited to explain itself. Progress is a dance where everyone insists on leading; I prefer to trip forward, grinning, pockets full of mismatched truths. Success, you see, is not climbing the ladder—it’s sawing off a rung and selling it as firewood while the others argue about height. Tea? —-- Boiling teapot laughs, Clocks lie, truth trips into place— Rungs burn; tea is hot. ----- This HAIBUN (prose/haiku combo) shared with those march hares over at DV...
