Sound of mind?

(Ides of May, 2025) [Fer Severain, the pote]

A lawyer friend just the other day

Spent many long minutes in his usual way

Deliberating about what to have his client say,

And how he’d impose his stentorial spin

In his efforts to assure a resounding court win.

Alas, his arguments met with judicial disdain,

The case for his client presented in vain,

For the judge felt the client appeared quite insane!

When the lawyer drove home in his Porsche that night,

He felt quite undone by the strains of his plight.

What now, you protest, is a lawyer to do?

Should he head to the pub for a stiff pint or two

After leaving the courtroom before coming unglued?

Just this and no more, but nonetheless true ...

Not a thing at all if you’re incorporeally you.

For nothingness at all in the (w)hole lack of its essence

Yields nothing of note but full mental senescence,

Being a quantum anomaly of present/non-presence.

So, what might then be the real 'sound of mind?'

That remains an enigma for you alone to find.