Each a self-named entity,
may freely arrange
as we like,
designate private space, express
so long as no notable harm
emanates, that actions I choose
don’t prevent any you
from pursuits to enrich your
own chosen game.
Simple rules for simple folk.
Too angry to laugh at the joke.
Caught in cages facing outward.
Who decides this we?
Which you and I agreed? Not me.
That aghast they in merry mockery,
selling meanness dressed as decency
rock large on percentage pay.
At least feed us red meat and
football nights. Provide our cells with
innovative gadgets, to watch
imaginary battlers put on heroic fights.
Maybe nothing’s good;
but we’re all right.