Walking Paradox

One day a gentleman said to me,
"You sir, what is and cannot be?"
I told him of his idiocity
And compared his logic to a tree's.

Without a fuss or rambling cuss
He formed a rebuttal like an elegant bust
And said, "You lack reason and thus
I am forced to show you why:

"Perhaps a peasant commits a crime
But escapes away by act of lying;
Would you agree this act unkind?"
"If moral laws exist," said I.

"And thus," said he, "You assume so
To know how so this truth you know
However, if I may ask though
How you exist within this place

"And if existence you uphold
And claim a moral law men know
Then what exception could you show
To prove the criminal a disgrace?"

My mind searched for discrepencies
But his logic stood firm as a tree
For the Peasant had not apathy
Nor did he know but could not see;
Instead this truth occurred to me:
"I am what is and cannot be."



Perhaps Neal can tell of my flaws. Good morning!