How Dare You Question, uhhh, The Truth !

 

what if it wasn't
                       like it is?

what if it was more
                         like what it isn't?

how many buckets of brew
                           can we carry up the hill,
                           and not spill a drop?

how many br'others doe it take
                                      to make a  brotherhood>
or, for that matter, a neighbor-hood?
            (and leave us not forget the sisters of the sisterhood).

well, motherhood is something else all together, and where to
                              put the kids of child'hood?

How cruel & self-absorbed does one
                                have to be to be considered human?

How many humans does it take to fuck up the
                                         notion of a collective humanity?

How many dead daughters does it take for thee daddies
                        to weep enough to drown in a gush of daddy's own tears?

We'll never know. We'll all be gone before the  first tally
                                                    will ever reach anything like completion,
                                                      (or, in modernistic psycho'babble,
                                                                   closure )

I'm sorry. We're closed for the day.  Pleas come back to'morrow,

(what-the-fuck !  Lets  Party anyway, and closures bedamned !
                              It's Open Season, fellas!  Lock'n'Load ! )


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