The world relies on
Would could or should
Thinly veiled words of
Wishes thoughts of maybes
And options and convenience
Ideas conjured from not
Quite good enoughs hitching
People to the back
Of horse’s rather than
Letting them ride too
There’s an unspoken hierarchy
A better than thou
A you’re lucky to
Get even this much
If you’re giving me
So little with a
Promise for more keep
What you have you
Need it for yourself
I’m fine over here
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 