That sly infant has his own ideas.
Look in those eyes—
a pint-sized Svengali
swaddled in possibility.
But behind that beatific smile,
Which will torture small animals
and fan secret fires?
Strangle truck stop waitresses
or beat his wife with a 5 iron?
And which will discover
a cure for cancer
and give a genocidal dictator
a new lease on life?
On this, Doctors Freud
and Augustine agree.
God only knows
where the child ends and the lie begins.
But the devil, with his practical paws, lets us choose.
Whether, in the long run, therapy or drugs work best for you.
Why the moon looks like a sugar cookie
on this warm November night
and what will come from chasing happiness when those adorable tiny feet
finally hit the ground.