I am an unrepentant idealist. My view is that if you don’t have clear boundaries, “red lines,” that you are willing to live and die for, then the drift toward some version of amorality or sociopathy becomes insufferable and life becomes holy compromised. This poem lists three boundaries that should be maintained without exception: 1) NO genocide, 2) NO sex trafficking, and 3) NO climate calamity, collapsing our global ecosystem — or put in the vernacular, not shitting where we eat, live, work, and re-create…
I Deal List
They did
Not bother
Too right
Me off
As I deal list
Axing only
My existential boundaries
So so spare
No genocide
No sex trafficking
No climate calamity
There is know pleading
In sanity
In the court of fools
