In the other green bench ,we find a man generally raises his elbows and feet and heaves a deep sigh after all that is over. Morning ritual exercise can be boring. Now there is another man who is making nostril noises.
The poet has the last laugh, in the sense he would be the one laughing last, when he would no more last . After a last laugh the poet would be posthumously happy. He might have made hay while the sun shone but all was cold now. He might be waiting to collect his last laugh that was his bonus. He might have been one up, that is literally at his last croak.
One Up.
* Irony
Somebody says America is too full of irony these days . When you want to be white and one up, you are highly informed .You always have superior weapons, better technology to carry your irony through.
Here in the browns land we carry our irony on our heads like bricks our construction labord
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