Misjudging And Wishfulness Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

When a man feels the need to be gushy
and his judgment turns misty and mushy,
he is wishing it were
somewhat wise to infer
that the other not be truly slushy.

As the world and its people live on
and that rooster is just a capon,
like a slippery fish
a delusional wish
and the birth of self-serving con.

Now and then one meets people who smile,
and one fails to perceive that it's style.
When one's cravings are strong
it's the need to belong
but the end brings a bitter denial.

Is this then, friends, the human condition?
just a mindgame of plain supposition?
Can a human stay sane
if his search is in vain
I say Welcome to Intuition.