Somewhere in space-time At the crossroads of human civilization, A predicament, Which troubled all those, Who ventured outdoors, Needed to be addressed. Dirty feet! There were but two choices, Put a clean blanket on the world Or cover your own feet. The latter was more economical. The world didn't need to be cleaned. Just wear a pair of slippers, And clean it from time to time. Slowly and gradually, we have resorted to Fixing ourselves the same way. If problems of life seem paramount, Just wear a smile and visit A psychologist from time to time, Because it's you that needs fixing. The world doesn't need to change for you. *** Liked what you read? Leave a comment .
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