The reality in the movie "Twister"
Of the frightening storms sound
Was the noise of a camels moan
That had been greatly slowed down
The idea of painting fingernails
We all have the Chinese to thank
Where the color of someones nails
Would indicate their social rank
James Madison the fourth president
For the U.S., was great all around
Although he Stood only five feet four
And weighed less than one hundred pounds
The canning process for herring
Developed by Sardinia teams
Might explain why canned herrings
are better known as Sardines
The termite culture's rich and vast,
more so, sometimes, than humankind,
with martyrs and mujahideen,
and projects ponderous yet precise,
and back-up plans, a hundredfold.
How do they do it?
Society is based on caste,
with tasks and territory assigned
by social rank. Some watch, some wean,
some whittle, weave, ward off, entice,
while food for all is fairly doled.
How do they do it?
Their architecture's unsurpassed,
with geodesic shapes, designed
with opulence almost obscene,
and altruists. Self-sacrifice
is common. And they mine for gold!
How do they do it?
Hardly least and never last,
over her subjects (all of them blind)
there reigns a massive, fertile queen,
releasing pheromones (how nice!)
She lives to forty-five years old!
How do they do it?
Fine Lines
Love-Hate
Good-Bad
Right-Wrong
Smart-Dumb
Fast-Slow
Short-Tall
Rich-Poor
Evil-Angelic
Pleasure-Pain
Lose-Win
Peace-War
Life-Death
Big-Small
Happy-Sad
Innocent-Guilt
Healthy-Emaciated
Insane-Sane
Homosexual-Heterosexual
Empty-Full
Honest-Lie
Clean-dirty
Democracy-Anarchy
Warmhearted-Coldhearted
The list could go on and on.
What you think, What you say, What you do.
All these should start within you.
Such thin lines we all have.
We walk a thin line most all of our lives.
Swaying like windswept trees until the winds subside.
A whoosh of wind could change the fine lines.
A change in thought could change our lines.
Who defines where our lines are?
Does it come from deep within?
Does society move our lines for us?
Do these different things decide our lines?
Does our age, race, ethnicity, gender, social rank, past experiences,
religion, decide our lines?
Do you want to move your lines, but are afraid what people may think or say?
Why is my line here and others there?
What happens if you cross the line?
What happens when you draw the line?
Why are there lines?
Blinded by lines.
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