I Need A Boat To Float Out Into The Middle Of The River To Just Float Away...
There is an odd subculture of American life today…
It lives just under the surface of common culture.
Its denizens are sniping assassins who won’t come out to play…
Rather, they throw out barbs and insults for silly torture!
They refuse to look between the lines of the written text!
They pounce upon the subject matter with claws bared as sport.
They do not have a single clue about that mystery word… “Context!”
They do not think beyond the moment as they hold Kangaroo court!
Everybody is an individual who does not link mind to mind with others.
Humans get along with each other better when they refuse to be a Sniper!
No one accepts another person undercutting his hard earned druthers.
And sniping from the outside will never make you fuller and riper!
How many people are millionaires today based solely upon context?
How many people get their life in order solely based upon context?
How many wars have been created solely upon context?
How many people miss their calling based solely upon context?
Every person reading this missive will contextualize these words their way.
Some of them will draw zero context, to instead criticize, bitch and moan.
Others will absolutely understand every reference I have to say.
To them. I say… ‘May your mind be a sacred bejeweled kingly throne!’
The reason for this piece of poetry is “The Impetuous of Anger.”
This writer feels the need to push back at the sniping jerks of the internet space.
Intelligence must be embraced with context hanged on a gold plated hanger.
If you do not understand written context -- the snot is still on your immature face!
RLJ
