[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

How Many Hands?

You're making a meal

You're writing a paper

You're running a marathon

There is help

So many hands at your disposal

One voice calls to you:

"Many hands make light work"

Another shouts from above:

"Too many spoil the brew"

Contradictory statements, mind you

Do you find the middle ground?

Do you choose one or the other?

Do you do neither

And take the risk to suffer

You sit with all the voices screaming

Contradicting without meaning

And you simply shout:

"How many hands!?"

They are silent after that

So many voices

But like so many things

No definitive answer