A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Thursday, June 15, 2023

Fair as life.

The many overrule themselves 
on any given act 
they band together in hard mob 
to get offended at 

The strong abuse the weak 
who pose as strong to cow 
the weaker still. It's either 
high-bar drawn in law, or 
where you're perfectly at 
will. 

So much room left for cruelty, 
for callous forward drive. 
It's really neither here 
nor fair. No one 
deserved 

alive.

But fairness
is a thing we saw.
Saw possible, and made. 
In system rig-job, or dive in 
to intervene and wade. 
We go in over heads 
sometimes. We are 
washed out, and drown. 
As others, too afraid to see
turn every way and frown.

We know we risk all things
we stake. In every act of gift,
earthquake and cataclysm of reject,
rebuke, rebuff, accuse, correct,

and it's 

Not fair, but we'll risk life. 
In every step, misstep lies hid. 
And so we take it every way, 
because we care more than 
we kid.
Because we dare 

more than we drown. 

Because we all live in this town. 

Because we know what fairness 
is. 

It's 
just the thing that makes the biz.
Some daft idea that we can
be fairer than life. And

do you know what?

That's not hard, kids. 

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