The Elephant
Is in the room
I did not invite the elephant
Those who did, do not want
To acknowledge the elephant
They are too busy sipping
From the punch bowl
With a turd in it to pretend
It wasn’t left by the
800-pound gorilla
As the chaos economy
Props and falters at the
Whims and wishes of a
Unatisfied narcissistic ego
Desperate for attention
As the bull in the China shop
Will not leave even after
Tables are overturned and
Every dish and cup is destroyed
Leaving the owners in a pickle
To fight the insurance companies
For compensation to be denied
Left with a little less will to rebuild
After the circus leaves town
Looking at the world through a windshield. 
I wonder if this is also a fractal experience. Something we do in our own lives too without realizing we’re mirroring what’s around us
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That makes sense. Sometimes, we address the elephant, or we let others, or we ignore it all together. Good observation. Thanks for bringing it home.
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