Written By: Anonymous

God! I feel free today – as free as the sails on the fake windmill in the backyard But I’m fearful of those liberal finger shakers who demand we give them four more years – they say they’ve served so well senatorially and as a vice to the president while we were outcasts who lived always for our first and second selves only Yet, today I’m remembering a great writer who said it’s a great sin to waste the ability to creatively use words; and as military conflicts rage far from home, I’m also recalling how another writer said that although he didn’t live constrained by the dictates of repressive and/or murderous regimes, their tyranny didn’t fool him So today I’m thinking of how we attempt to successfully navigate in waters where many persons, places, and things place shipwrecks to stymie our daily advancements – only punch in to the sameness of every day they say, and then punch out to the blandness of night – time passing by But I think we possess the proverbial “Get Out Of Jail Free” card; so we’ll play it now, and now it’s offering such a clear mental portrait of great influencers who once, long ago when we were already questioning what they sought, convinced us that they knew what they were seeking And I think they’d learned lessons from past generations’ world wars, and now thought they’d be able to stop future military catastrophes But now naysayers are saying that our daydreams of past days are rendering us dissociative, and others greater than us are whispering of our possible identity disorders – and some say ours is manic depression – to have unusual changes in mood, energy and concentration Thus, let’s nominate this as our present day mission: We’ll attempt a disassociation from all supposed psychological trends, and, we’ll call ourselves “Me And Only I” And, we’ll seek to comprehend how each individual carries on while yet in temporal years – yes – that should be our objective, though we’ll pretend a keener interest in the bipolar – it makes a better poem title And, let’s suppose, though we know not for certain, that one would try to emphasize one’s favored side, while attenuation would be sought for the other, yet, of course, we also can’t say that for certain But we can say instead that it appears as though on certain days some of the forms contained (restrained) within one corpse must admit that serious or comedic reliefs don’t always relieve, and then one needs (maybe?) to look at one’s directions differently So, let’s look across all the poles we possess, and let’s find the always fleeting “new way to live,” although, of course, like before, we’ll again only use a new way when we feel like we want to, or when we feel we need to And, yet, if we really feel mandated by observable change, probably we should conduct ourselves more sullenly then, and less inquisitively, and, most likely, we should then allow those who, in our knowledge, act ill-advisedly, to continue on in their newly considered satisfactory unsatisfactory styles Because surely someday they’ll realize that styles are the superficialities which try to conceal the several personal wars raging simultaneously within – from which numerous battles ensue, and then spark multiple skirmishes always destined to consolidate into one engrossing inferno But most people know that when Misters and Misses X and Why say they’re bi, they often speak of polarity, not sexuality – not that those who exhibit more than one pole couldn’t or wouldn’t wish to perform in (or on) diverse stages of attraction