Words are sketchy rope bridges
Spanning the Grand Canyon between two minds.
Imagine how the heart must be cut off,
Like Hawaiian islands in the middle of the vast Pacific.
Would you care to go for a swim with me
Across an ocean filled with plankton of preconceived notions,
Baleen whales of bias,
Great white sharks of misunderstanding,
Schools of barracunfusion?
My dear, we'd be eaten alive.
So let's just stick to amusing ourselves
With chatter about the weather and the game last night.
It's as American as Jesus, Baseball, and fresh apple octopie.
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