aw, Heath. yea, good one. gotta pass it on. yours is a relevant currency, dbisly. thanx for this timely post. a stitch in time saves nine. a laugh in time saves nine ..or ten …maybe even eleven ..or a dozen. so we’ll keep listening to the screams (as will you I believe) ..still, as the doldrums here in this dark-gray place...wherein it’s a chore to find the tools to Spark …Flash …Sulfur …Smoke …and Light….

Don’t have a good joke, limerick, or lampoon anecdote, but this could be a parallel notion maybe..

[It is a lovely-shaped poem in real life (if I may call it that amongst some o you more staunch critical masses). But the present format of our good DBIS will only lay things out for us flat & formless now (when, at one time, we could jaggle it up with creativity), the shape & color being only those within whatever depths o tone & billiard the words-combined are successfully conveyed to any open eyes. Pie-in-the-sky whiles without shape & font styles. ]

Where Beyond End Times

Under such a noosphere as this one-two (& the Matriarch fulcrum, she so do) O Buoy...On Cosmic Liquescence Ode...from Piscean to Aquarian, From being Told to letting Learn O the dark Stain of Histories Done & gone; o man’s inhumanity to man, Born torn of womankind & maligned For sake of...the sale of the century The..Whoring of an entire cosmos For sake of a few more Yes votes In boardrooms across the globe While we all do the rope-a-dope ((Oh girl...you left far too soon— It's not your fault you left a ruins)) Your Bloodline has your hope Intuit Fruit of knowledge sweet "Can do it." Lift on the beam reach of humanities The sum total of our true lucidities