Every body that is born,
Assuming that it’s healthy,
Has the same range of limbs,
Organs,
Etc.
There is always a heart,
And spleen,
– whatever the hell that does –
And liver,
Genitals,
Skin…
Always the thinking area,
The pumping area,
The fucking area,
The shittin’ area…
And so it is in every family,
Tribe,
Nation,
And generation…
There is always the shitty thief,
The sexy slut,
The wise leader,
The wiser explorer,
The jealous revolutionary,
With the jealous masses always on his side…
The bully,
And the do-gooder,
Who loves to help the bully’s victims…
The grafitti artist and his fans,
And victims…
The promisers of the supernatural,
And their fans,
And victims…
The talkers,
The stalkers,
The gawkers…
The ratios are almost always identical…
In some,
The mind is larger,
In others its the stomache,
Or heart…
But they’re all always there,
Fighting their battles,
Pursuing their dreams,
And appetites…
Eternally jealous of each other,
Reluctantly dependent on each other,
Occasionally helping each other,
Usually stinting each other,
Intentionally,
Or indifferently…
And,
Thus,
Together,
They progress forward,
Stintedly…