I think to juxtapose
Some type of humane-instinct on the world
And getting told I’m the piece of shit.
Only abuse and obediency,
As if you never learned to train a dog where they’d come back home happily.
My cats do it.
All the neighborhood wildlife stops by,
Not the other way around.
Generations of the birds, seems like so many.
But still so much less than
The incorriglbe profile
Of an impact on human population.
Stress and who works.
I never understood denial to put an application in
Except for that
It just sucks not to try.
Come prepared.
Ya live and ya learn.
Humdrum fantasies with mixed emotions
And no bag of candy to smooth over
The anxiety ticks of moving into fall.
And every remembrance
A painful blow to ego.
That the new ways
And new-ones.
Will filter out a good 34 years from now.
What would 201 look like?
I thought 1,000 was too soon.
Didn’t learn much from it.
The holy-ways seemed to have been boarded up so long ago.
And I deemed the heretic not fitting in everywhere.
I’m not a fan of religion.
I’m a Theologist.
I’m Catholic.
Spirit is otherwise… full-time.
Clergy doesn’t go to Church.
We got to our desk and work. =]
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Outro Track:
I Fall to Pieces – Single Version
by
Miss Patsy Cline, _ The Jordanaires
–
It’s Been A Long, Long Time
by Les Paul, Bing Crosby. [mstr. 2021; recorded vinyl proceedings Mar. 8. 1921.]
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