The Fence

I’m always sitting on the fence,
As that’s the only place that gives
A bird’s eye view of both the sides.
I see one side and shit the other,
Turn around, repeat the act,
And then I see the Buddha Way:
The Middle Path along the fence.

The fence obstructs the others’ views.
The ones on left can’t see the right,
The ones on right can’t see the left,
And so they spray graffiti fiends
They claim as proof of evilness.
The only thing they both can see?
The turning bird upon the fence.