Spare Yourselves

A certain ruler called to him, his molecules – I mean his people, and said to them, “No longer will I grant clemency, nor will I issue pardons, henceforth it will be thus – People, you must spare yourselves.”  (A disturbed little fellow in the rear of the crowd muttered, “Sire, we are not amused.”)

Under institutional conditions,
in ordinary, secondary affairs:

When you talk about,

What you know about,

And you don’t know,

What you’re talking about,

it’s okay.

One day, around two-fifteen in the afternoon, while they were standing out by a stream just spittin’ and standin’, the ole man looked off into the distance, (which wasn’t that hard to do as close as they were to it already), and said to his younger companion, “It’s good to know that, ‘All things are possible,’ and even better yet, that some things are more possible than others, like for instance…if your name is Peewee Pigsbreath you don’t hardly have a worry at all being chosen for king.”

J.