A fable about Hats
There was a diligent swindler who wore so many hats that at end of day when he took them off, his head just plain hurt.
Night after night, it was insomnia and aspirin because of identity confusion. . . .who was he this time, for how long, and who would he be later on. . . .what game was presently in play. . . .whose side had earned his deceit. . . .which plans were set where and for when. . . the turmoil and torment was incessant.
However, our trickster was a shifty lad.
For a measure of relief, he obtained a 'sleeper' cap, and recently began working nights.
Moral: Dream and scheme can out-rhyme a mind.