I have to admit that I’m a total left-hander;
And I say this, not with pride, but frankness and candour.
This means that when I drink from any receptacle,
I know that I may see no spectacle.
Since nearly all patterns composed for pottery and crockery,
Give even-handedness and impartiality a mockery,
For all I can see in virtually every case,
Is a composition of blankness, just a void and empty space.