There are those who walk amongst us
Who live in a coma based reality.
They like to fight and criticize
Things they know nothing about.
Something inside of them has formed
A delicate tipping point,
And they prefer to dump their animosities out on other people.

But I wish you'd seen the room before you entered it,
And noted the peace,
The  camaraderie,
The nonjudgmental encouragement
Of all of us others who acknowledge
That we, too, put our pants on one leg at a time.

You'd have seen that we didn't need a ramrod,
Or a head asshole,
Or even an assistant to the ramp supervisor.

We were actually doing just fine!

-jenn