I’m right wing beneath my shirt. Kind of beery.
What if there’s a non-theist way to prepare, provide? & what
if we’re both wrong but less wrong than who?

Let’s keep to federalist motives, far from fashion simplicity, & let’s
live together at night while we demodify

malfunctions that blurt out permission extemporaneously,
license to authorize no god’s sorrow over death.