the world is divided among…
those that sit astride, as if atop a throne
a place to ponder, to ruminate
and decide the fate of the masses
a place for alone time
away from distractions and voices
separated from opinions and demands
a locale to consider the written word
or be lost in vivid stories retold
for some to cry and lay bare their woes
others to stifle laughter so no other knows
some conspire, in or out of love
others perspire awaiting news anew
…there are the others
who treat it with disdain
perform transactions with dispatch
and tarry not a second more
neither right, neither wrong
just another way that we are divided…
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