One reckoning.

People writing about reality itself
are funny. Reality is something
we don't need writing about. I mean,
point things out, sure, But from the part
that's there, the whole can be inferred
surely. We don't need some big
explanation, insulting intelligence
itself, or laying out cockamamie
maybes.

What's real is real,
if it's here! Now.
You can see it, and tell
from the sticky-outy piece.

Otherwise, it's just stupid, and only
causes arguments. What's okay
to see differently even though
it's right here, we can just agree
you're a moron and let it slide.

Can't we? I say decency and respect
depend on saying fuck that shit, buddy!
I don't care how you see what's

not there all the time, making
claims. Claim up or clam up!
Prove it! Then we can both
see who's smart, what's real,

plus who isn't and what's not.

The trick is perspective. You
have to be able to trust

your mind.

Put all other sources on probation
'til you got that right,

I reckon.

Reality. Check it out sometimes,
or you might find it checks you.
Reality gazes also, probably. It's
the abyss between your ears
you've got to mind.