We fell all the time. It was a matter of balance. Our inner ears and eyes Struggled with gravity; and Being upright is our gravest concern. So, we always stood again, Revolving around equilibriums: Bikes, ledges and feet; Everything was a test. Everything needed balance: Wheelbarrows, roof peaks and checking accounts.
I've learned balance for adults Is even more precarious. Our words are heavily weighted, And some more disproportionately than others, With see-saw issues and teeter-totter opinions.
Isn't it easier to get back on the bike Than walk back unbalanced arguments.
Me and mine had our fill of HIS ****** royal Lip, And racist, sexist philandering entitlement.
"We don't come to Canada for our health. We can think of other ways of enjoying ourselves." "I don't think a ******* is more moral than a wife, but they are doing the same thing." "When a man opens a door for his wife, it's either a new car or a new wife."