Oh universe, let me see bellow your panties.
The farmer got drunk last night and ran his undershorts up the flagpole.
How often does war evoke the words ‘dirty panties’?
Yes, says the universe, we can not see what lies behind the facade.
Farmers are the Shepards of the world’s food supplies.
War can not conquer love.
Let me see!
Drunk last night,
The blank page is no more.
So, be damned the logic that suffocates the wise and passionate, who love life like a family.
And, let the juxtaposition of images wrench all from their complacencies.
Stand up, wake up, get going!