Pain In the Butt
The hater with the gun,
the loafing lover
with all my fun,
may be horrid,
too florid,
And may, like me,
merely want to be effective,
a dramatic part, affective
on and in this great staged show
we share
and sometimes care to listen
and too often speak
and shoot off too deadly much.
When we want to blow up competitively fast,
we go it alone,
as universally hungry egos.
When we want to go far
we go together,
cooperatively ego/eco-united.
When we want to go fast and far
we travel together
synergy's intentional resilience
quickly listening for cooperative warm resonance.
Active lovers
together having all our fast fun
remelting cooperative plowshares
from hot and steely guns.
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