That's Not How the World Works

That's not how the World Works 67. I acknowledge your sacred mutterings And the enthusiasm on which they gnaw. But your argument seems fallacious And for me... that be the fatal flaw. You refuse to make allowances For differing points of view And before whittling other voices... Try walking a mile in their shoes. But also cease in your prostrations Shouting at those you would convert. No one ever won an argument using Your brand of malevolence and hurt. Be mindful of what history has to offer and the times in which we be. Your contentions may find relevance And you may yet make bold of me. Thus my friend... We could pander to your grievances Embracing such foibles and quirks, But as my Mother rightly quipped... "Honey... That's not how the world works." The End Indulge Me 68. Cease your endless quibbling On when life is such to be. You treat each abrogated fetation As a death to set you free. But indulge me for a moment As I cast a shadow on your life... You've only earned the golden ticket By eluding some Doctor's knife. Now it seems to me good manners And from this I gently savor... that Your lives be prized and cherished... Just please return the favor. The End