10,996. I CANNOT SEE WHY

I CANNOT SEE WHY

If this world has a template, 

it's surely spinning somewhere,

loose and lost and far out of

control : a crystal chandelier, 

in a very expensive wind. I

can't see why that would be.

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We have the oceans and we 

have the fish, and we're now

managing to destroy that too.

What will be left is our own

cuttlebone kingdom of nothing.

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But (I still cannot see why), men

will continue  -  and having opinions,

and making things work will claim

to be doing this world a world of

good. What jerks; I can hardly

bear to look.

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The small men in their jeans and

shorts, the big men in the temporary

sorts of mustaches and wigs; the

vain things that carry their day  -  

all of it, together, with nothing

to say. Yet, they'll gather at the

hilltop and praise their Lordy Lord

for making them what they are and

granting them their mighty sword.

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'Nightly let us savage this horde'

is all I really have to say.