Evaluative precepts don't conform us;
we reshape ourselves for them, as the world
springs more complex / we put up a fuss
and eschew mystery for paths unfurled
by the hand of the Law; on greenish rugs
we run–ran, trod on–by expectation:
they'll be secretaries, we'll be some thugs,
building Law with love, with self-destruction:
Relatively. I am so damn prescient
sometimes, it just makes my eyes just pop out,
and I clutch them tight to keep them present,
as I experience a new lapse, shout:
THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME / NO PLACE LIKE HERE
MAKE YOUR OWN RULES AND YOU'RE ALREADY THERE.