It could just be jejune of me, …but I was kind’a hoping for some sort of reply or rebuttal regarding this pun; suppose I’d better get used to disenfranchisement with regards to response herein.  …What I was trying to convey with that half-azzed bit goes a little something…like this:  …As the wealth of this world’s been amassed and usurped into much more precise cuts of the pie…in the hands of only principal pockets of participants in the move & shake of OUR beautiful deep-blue spinning ball & taken out of the hands of we [the] people…while also pushing the common out of and farther behind th’ vital energy & balance & stride & Zen curve of life & wisdom & portent & inspiration,

there’s become a hole to be filled by an ancient & narrow-minded force of id-

ire reckonings walking with the tallness of it’s best people & carrying a very

big nasty stirring-stick but calling it righteousness/morality/zeal,  yet…it’s

more probably something else:  Greed & fear.  The nature of the bully,

the aggressor.  Yikes & fckn Yikes!  So here we all-billions are on a

spinning blue ball o blessings & miracles & moving water & trees

& we are mostly meant to sit on our hands, en masse, & wait 4

death…while the movers & shakers move play-pieces across

an elitist teak & pearl-inlayed Risk board representing…the

new world order of things now to be had & things to come?

&, here’s the kicker:  …When the fit does undoubtedly & ultimately

hit th’fan hard & with a resound, it won’t be the “I” movers & shakers

in bunkers & jet-choppers & mountainside facilities & undersea…chalets

that get fckd to death by the big bad wolf, …it’ll be those multi-colored

& groovy happenin’ hoi-polloi of this good green earth, all together now,

“…what a muthafckn bummer.”

Hence the discourteous & halfhearted slapstick cock&balls scenario.

It just seems more & more apparent to me, as I stand around a good firepit

With folks I’d die for but would gladly rather live for for several more decades

In a place rapt with every kind of hands-on labor & play & celebration & such sweet

Sorrow & the sanguine bliss of lovemaking…beside free beaches,

That our days of Life, Liberty & the pursuit of Happiness

(Our birthrights,  Our happenin’ goodly rock & roll Earthly days)

Are numbered, …toe-tagged & bodybagged.

Not that there is not still today, but it

[…so could have been another way….]