I went to the old market to buy some fish.
Out of many that I saw, I made my choice
Upon one as handsome as any salmon can be,
And asked the man to clean it for me.
While he was working the scales from head towards the tail
I asked if he would too sever its head.
Politely, he offered to crack mine open instead
and at no cost examine it, if there ever was a need.
I was told he was a neurosurgeon of great repute
(And he left practice of surgery due to a dispute)
Now offering his service for free,
While making a living selling fish.
Then, with the precision of a well-practiced surgeon
He brought down the cutting-edge of the knife upon
where it was meant to strike sharp
And in one skillful stroke thus
Separated irreversibly sanity from all insanity.
