A hat has a brim

as I have a him

who is strictly me.

Tell me: do you see

what I mean by that?

Well, to wear a hat

is both straight and true,

a statement that you

may take to the bank.

And, if you please, thank

me for giving it,

and forgiving it

my bluntness, attest

to its truth. For lest

you do, a liar

I'm proved, one higher

than the sun (in sin

lower, seen within

the cage of the law -

a gauge without flaw -

of the listener

who hears it); for were

it enshrined so, then

a legion of men

could not cleanse its stain,

one which would remain

ingrained forever;

and that would never

be deemed forgotten,

such is the rotten

heart of it. A hat

is not a cap: that

seals the truth of it,

a truth that is fit

for all ears to hear.

Or, so spake the seer.