Plato The Perfect

Plato spoke of real more real than real,
A phantom deck for every mystic deal.
He shuffled it and cut it on the sly,
Up-sleeving all the aces from the eye.
Then Aristotle spake: “I’ll take no part
Of any deal that clubs the real apart.
Go shovel phony spades for blind-eyed youth;
I’ll keep my solid diamonds of the truth.”
Then Plato tilt the table, sent the deck
All topsy-turvy to the floor. “Oh heck,
This reality, it never stays the same;
So un-ideal, like shadows without name!”
“But you,” said Aristotle, “stay complete,
A shadowy thinker and a perfect cheat.”

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