when you see the world as it is you prefer to see the #whirled as it ain't
and then it's like a super-injunction 'cos it's not just you tell people there's something you can't say but 'cos honestly you can't even say you can't
i learnt how the world worked a long time ago when i was born or maybe when reborn not as a child but rather a man who for a period of time got sand kicked in his eyes by other men mainly but a few women too who chose to do ill 'cos that's what some of us choose to do
and in those days this man before you didn't wear glasses at all except perhaps when the sun would shine like no one's business might run
and so in those days when ray bans were the thing and prohibition of any activity didn't seem to be what the uk wanted to be about he just sipped sooo gladly on his wine glass fine and shiny and then slipped madly on his dad-ass of rhymes imploding and yet still managing in some way or other to conserve and to preserve a sense you kinda saw of that occasional semblance of dignity all humans should access occasionally
but what mainly he mostly learnt on rebirth when all was said and done and hurt was that people who know they do what's right and people who doubt all the time their might are not the same at all at all oh not the same at all
'cos it's the latter who when they think they're bad are really the best of humans by far whilst it's the former who demanding allegiance to their had are the people you'd never ever want to meet or see even at rally or show in full public view never mind that alley of ancient dark review
so if i had to say one thing just one about the world i now ignore it's that whatever happens next to me i know i was the latter yes i do i do
and although it seems a rank contradiction of humility's dreadful absence there are times in your life when you know you did wrong and even so equally other times more blessed when by golly you know you did right and right as rain and rain and rain and right as any rain at all
and so straight upfront and straight in place i wish right now that if we all had some other chance to make a #whirled of brand new utter from this tawdry world we have instead a world we have so me and you and maybe sadly so at that i'd be first in line to do some things and the two things i'd do 'cos two it would be would be these two cool things which surely could change all the bad there is into the good of this one and the fab of that other
and that number one would be really dead easy where first we simply tipped our hats even when we had no hats at all out of respect and deference but not to hierarchy nor a desire to avoid all creative anarchy but simply because in front of us we saw a human like ourselves and nothing more and yet again and yet again whilst nothing more and nothing more nothing less than anyone else we'd ever get to greet
and so that would be the first thing out there i'd try to inculcate quite differently being a respect for the other based on equality not position and so not on how much wealth you had to show or didn't care to manifest or even just to know but simply the fact that nothing was hidden and no one had power over any other person as a result of a violence of stealthy kinds and abusively speaking and never one's mind being committed again and again and again and so nothing of this sort would i enable at all in my #whirled ... of just so round tables and so arthurite haul and kiplingesque too ... and then all wrapt up proudly in one beautiful zoo
and so what then my dear would the second thing be? what next would i do to remedy the world? what next ... in my #whirled i'd imagine oh yes ... being this mad thing of grand ... could i attempt to right rightfully one good day standing as i stood and prayed?
simple really and simple as simple 'cos i think all i'd do is be a man who lived his own life on islands quite deserted and absent of human strife because if one thing i've learnt all these years it's a sad reality but a truth all the same and this is what it is i have to say and this is what it's come to weigh on me too like stone of anchorage or baggage of love's futility when we realise eventually that no one is to be trusted when push comes to shove and here not even love
for the only two ways in the world today we can trust another fully is either by blindly joining a tribe in which case nothing is real inside or alternatively never meeting another person out there ever or at least not more than once in your life and no more than that not even to doff that hat for where they only know how to deliver like carrier pigeon of conflicted nations a message of war unjustly conducted what's the point of trying again ever?
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