what democracy

THIS is what democracy
looks like! THIS is what 
democracy feels like! THIS
is what democracy sounds 
like! THIS is what democracy 
reels like! Steals like! Gives
like! Takes like! Makes like!
Democracy! An endless hallmark 
unspooling from ancient, classic 
days in an age where people awoke 
to discover a wiggly, cool dream: 

that the people decide together! 
Which we all already knew, by 
then but point is: "together" is 
the ONLY thing "the people" 
decide. For otherwise it's apart, 
free and easy in decline, disagree 
and we don't DO that then - no,

"we" don't. You can! Plural you,
singular you - whoever you get
on your side TO DO. Make lists
to-do and don't forget to take
a galloping, tilting poll at lists
who'll-do, and when you've got
it sized up on all sides, YOU do it,
champ. Champs. Champing and 
stamping, rear it to bits! YOU do 
it, and oh okay - on this that lil' 
issue, "we" shall. 

I do it. 

"We" in this specified case. Our 
joint cause by our shared cost!
Mutual risk, gain - benefits us. 

Just there is where. I saw it, spotted
the chance ops gamble, put my queer
"shoulder" to the weal, and so I "should."
It's my dim or blinding inner glare-driven
druthers! It is my wont, and I wants it,
my treacherous precious. Otherwise? 

A person decides. 

Not together. It's cool! We all decide which
"we" we'll be apart of. One only decides
one's own, within natural extents of actual
powers and own devices and resources.

That's fair. 

We humans have always had 

democracy: a system in which 
those in decide "am I out?" or

"I'm in! DO IT" 

That's always true. That always
holds. From nature vs. nurture
to liberty or death, in any given
"either" we mine ores
to smelt and forge
to a unity of
who wants
it.

DUH. There really isn't
any other "unity" people. No,
there isn't. If you give begrudge,
if you go along to get, then YOU
WANTS IT. Whatever
"it"
is,

"It"
is wise
to decide - or else
we know the reasons why!
We just go "elsewise!" "otherwise!"

The wised-up crowd may be free to squint
their eyes: "unwise," but one's own way
is how each flees or flies in fights or flights,
to pull a strip landing or just crater this baby!
See how good we all walk away. Some landing!

One's own way just always sees
how easy it is to self-support one's
own system in organism. Works 

OK!
Oh, apart
from who sucks
at such things. We
have always

had democracy: 

"the unity of we who agree"
Oh, no shit
dumbfuck.

We always have
and have had THAT.

Democracy!

It's just a coincidence the many
end up in, pulling some own way, 

big time. Pries and tries for the 
prizes by trials and errs! It's just
that sometimes we decide
not to give in to it,
which is fair!

Fine, then. Don't give in.

We can give out, give up, give on
or give off! Any which way including
loose. All part of the system

to decide "APART!"

instead of  "together."
Democracy
is universal.
Always was 

like a skip
out across an 
increasingly tiny
pond in an incoming
stone-storm of eight billion
pebbles making ripples plish plash
PLUSH. Cresting to waves lapping
all shores like loving dogs of water,
baby! Tsunamis like raindrops
out here! GET IN or
you out, but that's
always been okay,
too. Go pound sand
by the pond,
then. 

Some starfish never leave
the beach. 

Shore! Shore, you up for that?
Support yourself that way?
As a sand pounder! Well, fine 
then: dry, fine, itchy, gets in 

everywhere - some villainous 
whining wild-ass entitled imposition
artist might say sand deserves to be 
pounded! BUT GOOD

Hard choice, though: pro or am? Pound
sand for the pure love of the sheer good
of sake's sake, or do it filthy for the lucre?
Who will PAY

you to go pound sand? 

Nobody has to.

You better pound it in right,
then: good and hard makes the sand
all deep, wet and red - no. No, don't
be that way. Too hard! Do it right! Do it
(pound sand) because of some inscrutable
exhortation of your own SOUL, which

rides you -

- YOU! Of all people, YOU!
- the unruly anarch! The truculent
and defiant self-authoritatian - your
own soul rides you like a beat horse
on full-yeehaw piggyback ride mode,
and how can you hope to be free when
THAT happens? When you do it because

your own reasons and whys? They drive
you. Is it wise? Or just a whole lotta whys,
or try this on for size: why not? Soon it's
pound, pound, pound the sweet cool hard
soft sand! Knuckles getting sore? Well,

that's enough then. For now, done.

Hands. 

Know when to fold them. The people 
do, always - hard not to know, when 
it's your own hands. Wash your hands 
of it, don't forget to moisturize, chap. 

The people know. Always free to do
that! Always free to decide their part. 
Including apart. Not excluding 
together. 

We always had/have democracy, and

it's all a part of the system, apart. It kind of
has to be. For when many decide "together!"

#1 people might notice! Big noise, sounding us
all out! #2 they decide that way for one weird
flex reason, generally: because they might.

Mighty stuff, might. They might want to,
so to prove it, they wanted to. Maybe

something big in the offing? Takes
a lot of people's own will, nil, shill,
spill, being, device, resource? Anyhow,

LOOK! Check! Vigilance is indicated
for the wolfish, raffish, gallant scoundrel
loner, always. That's democracy! Fair
as life itself, yet a grim situation for the
teeming billions of non- or anti-conformists,
who - let's be honest.

Deal them out! If they can't take a hand.
Same beans, cool beans for the many who

can! WE can. We know it! 

GOT DEMOCRACY? Check! Yes, 
always have and did so far. Just, 
because (after all) whatever damn
random word we choose to use IS
JUST, it's
just

sometimes we decide together
(or apart)
to call it some other dumb thing,
which.

Come on. 

Grow up. 

It always pretty much is. Yeah, 
it's that, too. Call it whatever 
makes your stance stake clear, 
or just cloak it in skulk mode 
and glare about you all wise. 
Who knows what you think?

That's power. Keeping people
ignorant of what you're after 
by real hid kept likes, wants, 
needs and loves. Apart 

from the fact tons of them might 
have teemed in to grant your wishes 

easy. Still. The dare you risk 
is the friskiest! Democracy!

Is the mess you get when you
leave it to the people to decide
"APART!" or "together!" on all
points as arose. Tyranny - same mess!

You get it when you say "oh, people?" 

"Together is the only thing you get 
to decide." "You must choose together." 

"Apart is evil. It's against the many." 

The people take a BIG LOOK at that 
shallow, seamy vein of either ore, 
and they more and less, each and own,
all and none decide. 

Pretty much wrong, or right as reign.

We're all in. Life. We're all in pain. 
We're all at pains to stake our cares.
Might as well peep at the hand. Don't

have a hand?

Raise it! Raise your hand! "Oh dealer...?
I don't have a hand?" Dealer squints. 
SNEERS. "What's that hand you just 
raised, then?" Squints again. STARTS.

"MORON!"

You follow the squint. Oh snap. 
You forgot to check your other 
hand. As the dealer's glare and grin 
intensifies, you notice you hid a
whole 
unwrapped
pack,

there.

In it. 

It YOUR HAND. Bit
incriminating! SOME HAND.

"Not my hand!" you shout, stumbling
up to bolt boldly and bodily for

the door.
Not so fast, though. 
The dealer lays fateful hand
on your bold, jelly-like shoulder
and pushes
down,
firmly,
but with some welcome: "Siddown,
chap. The game is democracy. Play
whatever deck you happen to have! 

If it smells foul once compared to 
Hoyle, we'll just deal with it then. 
En masse. That's the system!" 

Relief. Release! Relapsed with 
an exhalation of good grief, you 
sit tight with your skin in the game 
and begin rummaging through all 
your cards whistling, oblivious 

to the glare