In steady procrastination
I fumbled through life’s fixations
When a fleeting friend informed me
That people never change

I was as much bewildered
As my arms were de-hilted
When this proposition adorned me
In a manner so strange

I suppose that one may vary
With no leap so extraordinary
That such passion should thrill Thee
And curse a mind enraged

Was Judas a sinner or a pawn?
Are Emperors rulers or measures?
Was Humpty Dumpty destined
To never be stuck together?

There! With a simple question
One being becomes two:
The Good seen by I
And the Bad seen by you

In the flash of rhetoric
People can change
However ironic
And however strange.

Image of a “traditional” Humpty via Wikipedia

Image of “alternative” Humpty via Wikipedia