Beantown ~ Friday, April 25, 2025

When the weirdness confronts you in public
how do you respond, or react, in kind
engage with a stranger in a strange town
no one takes the high road when a toxic

triggering agent demands attention
how to de-escalate madness you find
enchanted by your presence in a gown

weirdness is a wonderland of mischief
especially, when you need intention
in situations where blind elements
require sense and sensibility
defined by a life lived while on a fence
never mind your lack of agility
enough with tears, put away your kerchief

sickness attacks an unforeseen target
subtle as an unexpected challenge

confrontation displays an argument
objections to the rule lead to regret
nervous people need to control the past
forgetting history, they seek revenge
restless focus wanders, energy spent
order seeks organization, to claim
networks worldwide, allies direct a cast
to cleanse a telescopic lens, how clear
sight appears once clarity of vision

yokes the oxen to the cart, as to steer
objects found out of the path, revision
under supervision fixes your aim

introduce mind to mind, welcome the poor
nobody knows until they understand

poverty is no shame, witness the blame
until you let go of the game, no more
blaming others, not even self to stand
left floating in mid-air, even the lame
informed of their deceit contrive to strive
culpably towards ends where we all thrive

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