Two little monsters, Must and Ought,
Command the worlds of one and all;
Havoc to many lives have brought,
Responding to their beck and call.
Fine feathered ‘Must’, highly appraised,
Offers attractive personal gain;
Our trusty loyal standards raised,
Enslavement treated with disdain.
‘Ought’, the subtle slave-driver,
Thrives on all emotional needs;
To former favours he’ll refer,
Till he becomes your living creed.
Exquisite charmers are these clones,
Master craftsmen of disguise;
Floating in and out like drones,
To the end with life’s demise.
(From: Late Harvest ’09)