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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

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