“The writing has been on the wall for decades and the banshees have finally taken it to be their own.”

“Hallelujah, sister! The tan jacketed apes have put their gloved fingie-tips to the grindstone: ooh-Ooh”

(!) JUST then a plow hand came down from storm clouds - With a smooth transition from up to down plucked off Li’l Dickey’s head n placed it on the ground - Who knew whose hand; just a temperate n wise “had-it-too” being’s hand - That saw the main problem…aimed to take ‘em to task - With a ploink & a pop! that fathead popped off - Other heads from East to West began to pop off then in the company o good men, as the day turned to night n celebrations began…with the final solution having made a big change throughout all the lands from here to Anyang - The air smelled fresher n river waters cleaned the sands and the mothers wet their children’s lips on mountain spring water not bottled-by-man - Dead zones in the ocean seemed suddenly more filled with seahorses, sea lions n dolphins n whales - People felt like the worm had just suddenly turned - Prosperity felt possible - Minds opened n learned - Small hands and large hands, just all manner o hands, grasped tools n began making amends: farmers seeded their land n raised barns n willed gardens to grow; schools taught Liberal Arts n problem solving techniques to kids so they know - Books were opened n read—opened…n read yes, opened n read (?) Yeah, I know!?! Then deep blues were deep bluer, dull greens so much greener instead. “& this orange tastes MUCH MORE orange!” this one li’l girl said …at the exact moment when ALL the malignant F#cks of the planet fell dead.

Unsophisticated notion? Nah. What’s not to fathom. Earth without tricksters? Nah. Just the true shit-stains, you know the ones. Not ALL humanity’s weak, JUST the malevolent mooks of Mordor & vicinity. Not the sly dog, not some leap-frog, not your favorite shifty car salesman sippin' eggnog; not the poker cheat, not the practical joker or the petty thief; not the womanizer (with or without a wife) or the woman who takes advantage of men & mice; not the titty-bar dancers, the prostitute, the escort, or the godforbid toughest whore, or the sneaky kid with his hand in the teacher’s bottom drawer; not the grocery clerk with all squeaky carts, or weakling preachers with hands on fractured hearts. No, to keep us on our toes it takes all kinds, even the mostly greedy dickheads w/that one thing on their minds. Nah, THEY’re not the problem as long as they get a fat cut of the pie——while benign scientists, professors & students o the find, philosophers, monks, shaman & doctors with actual curative ideas in mind, knights of soul soldiers & surfers in kind, mechanics, Hispanics, star-spangled janitors in transit, troubadours, trailblazers, freaks & geeks o' the middle & the meek and the farmers & the farmers’ daughters, as we speak, will figure-out a real fair cut of all that and seed freedom & trees. Off the malignant ilk, yeah pluck off their fugly fatheads, let 'em bleed-out between the cracks that they've bade for the rest, and then the greed-mongers & their Limpboughs, toadies, & turnstiles to soul-sickened enclaves 'll go all benign without the ruthless m#therf#ckers who cockroach & flatline. Be dead the malignant & ruthless f#@kheads and that should slip this plank just far enough left o center on the cosmic fulcrum to let the healing begin. Noosphere trending up…finally…after how many centuries under pat thumbs o such gigantic fetid b#lllshit..? Yeah, no shit. Just a ploink & a p0p! away…. And there’d be room enough on the Furthur Bus for all of us….. Hey, hey hey!

Howabout a [hopeful] song ...come the day