To joke around,
Oh,..  I don't know...
How do you?
Any day,  
Any night,
This broken globe might,
Recoil back down on itself.
And the world we know,
Will only be available
When around the campfire.
When we take turns
Spinning impossible tales,
To those to new,  to little,
Innocent and too late
To know, to have lived
Once in a world without having
Passing on, how to go on with so little
Where to find another meal.
The trick to calling fire,
Who to help and those that take
All about arrows and bows,
Firing guns and survival.

You mess around now,
So secure, so very very sure,
That this might be folly
What day you when the works of man
And power falls to those with knowledge and expertise at thriving
Will they, well will I,..
Help those,  like you?