“For I am afraid that when I come I may not find you as I want you to be, and you may not find me as you want me to be. I fear that there may be discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, slander, gossip, arrogance and disorder.” ~ 2 Corinthians 12:20

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Recorded Reading (2:47): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/fa85jnzspupb5jksgd8hx/Rolling-Our-Eyes.mp3?rlkey=u5ylhgslqah300srq3kro1vzr&dl=0

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Rolling Our Eyes

We really ought to of this facet
Of our lives make mention:
Ironic humor is the star
Of this Third Dimension

While in the First, there wasn’t
Very much we might abhor
For we didn’t read or write,
Speak or theorize before

And when we get into the Fifth,
When we reach what’s next,
All of us from childhood
Have known what to expect:

People are too pleasant
To behave unreas’nably
When they no difference between
Yourself and themselves see

Nor any need to fuss and fight
When everything is going right
And people mostly get along
And not a lot is going wrong
 
Nor marching over neighbors to
Insist on their own point of view
Without much of a moment’s care
‘Bout how things look from over there

Where everyone around them is
Immersed in self-examined bliss
Perambulating happily
In meditations heavenly

And when it comes a time to harp
It isn’t on their latest carp
But finding that they all agree
On precedence of harmony

You see my point, then ~ How will we
Reasons find to roll our eyes
And lift eloquent eyebrows
In “better-bred” surprise?

How will we speak, amusingly,
In our most acid tones of voice
If of rampant stupidity
We’re given little choice?

How will we refer slightingly
To someone we feel free to see
Less precious to Divinity
Than so much more virtuous we?

How will we engineer the scene
Of glancing ‘cross a room
With our accomplice clandestine
Superiority assume,

Exper’iencing the inner glow
Of thinking ourselves “in the know”
(Behind the shades the truth we spy)
Where no one has to lie?

Where others’ trespass gives no play
For we ourselves to get away
With breaking all the useless rules
We set up for ourselves like fools

How will we ever become sure
We ourselves are superior?
No, I think we can safely say
It’s right here that we’d better stay ~

If folks felt truly equal
They might begin to act that way ~
We’ll leave that boring heaven for
And gossip just a little more

And notch the pistol, keep the score,
We’ll have a little fun before
We cannot have it any more
Where they see no reason for war

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Until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ and to begin once again to create professional connections and to rebuild her life, this poet presently lives homeless and at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level ~ still working seven days a week to contribute to her society, however.

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