ONCE UPON A TIME
but now, that time is long past.
dairy we say hay?
warrants have been issued
for heck of a lot less.
quid pro quo in advance of......
no, will wait with that.
to complicated for simple
kangaroos on speed,
to contemplate such
awkwardness defies logic.
enter logistics into mix;
bake at 300 degrees
for an eternity plus life.
never say nothing not retractable.
certainly not traceable.
another snob job; snobby
towards all kangaroos.
insensitive blow-hard snob.
money has many friends.
so very many and
all frivolous friends.
but only hurts in funny ways.
real hurt yet in coming.
sauerkraut overload
with help with that.
on any given moment
of any give day,
any given person
stepping up to be counted;
think of the possibilities.
the wonders to achieve.
then add another person,
and another, and another, and....
well, sky is the limit, here.
just imagine all great possibilities
ready to be discovered
by ingenuity of human race.
only takes one person,
start this possible avalanche
of wondrous works of good.
then, looked behind me,
realized I'm just another
lost mouse
running around
lost in a maze
and content doing so
perhaps therapy
perhaps not
from what lowly hill most suffer.
no sophistication at this
point in human cycling.
just dysfunctional aristocracy
having run the course.
leaving behind nothing but
decay, destruction at highest
levels. and from those ruins,
wisdom sought from ash.
one must appreciate wisdom;
but not so overly much
that wisdom should overcome us,
making prisoners of those lesser us.
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