I had completely forgotten about this poem. I found it in a box of old scraps of paper I don't want to throw away. Finds like this are the exact reason why.
Are you ready? Are you prepared? And do your hands feel okay? They stayed up all night Writing the dialogue For other people That you don't know And don't care about
And do you feel the right way round? Enough so that you and I Can get up to at least twelve feet Above the water?
And if not Than inside the simple world Can you understand Why the Big Sharks do What they do?
And we are are done with the day's activities Can you forgive me For saying yes To the man with white gloves Because he offered A sanctuary For fools like me?