Our articulations can call peace,
As long as we fail to compare my bête noirs to yours.
Likewise, our children can overcome blind spots,
If only we strive not to treat the next generation like remoras; they’re complete, as is.
Equally, despite resultant feelings of prohibition,
It’s possible for us leftover souls to lead among the media’s darlings.
All frazonism in our thoughts needs be clipped, trimmed, measured,
While we willing halt adhering to stupid realities involving exclusive social rubrics.