Like: who does "wrongly" what to whom?
Who's "scratching itches best impugned"?
Where's Bill Clinton put his penis?
What's it to you, then, imprimus?
Forget it might be, plainly, you;
...And where you're not insulted, friend?
You're injured, the result... ...comprende?
We're the folks who heat your water
Build your homes; your comfort, author!
That wheel comes around to me
Much like it comes around to thee...
and we would come to KNOW we're blessed!
we will tend to the inferior;
All at once an efficacious,
unrestrained, and most bodacious,
Synergy anoints us all
and we endure... avoid the fall.
Do that which you'd will, good folk
But do "that which" in Love, no joke...
More of us could "actualize"
That "Peak experience," no jive.
One deserves to meet potential
Where one endures the existential
Contrived as that existence is,
but—sadly—that's the way of it.
On the crest of the available wave and rushing gleefully to some foreign shore. Whatever recedes in my rear-view mirror was NEVER "Kansas"! I'd know it if I saw it; I suspect I may have come from there, after all.
Restore John Ford!
*I cleave the heavens and soar to the infinite. ...And while I rise from my own globe to others and penetrate ever further through the eternal field... ...that which others saw from afar I leave far behind me. — Giordano Bruno