Hard to be a good guy, find
a melody for wannabe lullabies
overwhelmed by hard-rock thoughts
to make things right
or left, red or blue dominions
as if ordained by God
laughing up his sleeve
at the idiocy of humans
fashioned in his image.
We are merely ants in the anthill,
sub-atomic specks of insignificance
trying to get along—or not.
drycrikjournal 
Is there a certain arrogance that an “insignificant spec” has decided the Image AND the Gender (and that IT should be capitalized) in the blink of an eye? I am reminded of Raymond Alf.
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