They're Playing Everybody's Song

In the wondrous place known as “the City,” people are permitted to “flesh out” their own lean minds with the fat from the thoughts of others.

Moderation is the illusionary pollutant in the stream of foresight, or, put another way: Restraint is the moderator of a game show with no prizes.

In the City, they play everyone’s song.

And just before the mighty battle had begun, from the rear ranks a voice was heard to exclaim, “Ready when you are, my Liege; my tongue is loaded and primed for action!”

Just think, if you’d never been born how much you wouldn’t have missed.

J.