attitude problem

there are vacancies at the inn
a porch light is on and nobody is home
agendas arrogantly push past reason
we are us and you are not
leverages apply

institutional feeding frenzies
we eat our young
we eat our old
we get residuals
don’t ask permission
beg forgiveness only after we get caught
the god given master plan is intact

casualties of war
casualties of agenda
one loses an arm
one loses a false livelihood
one gains fame and fortune
one rejects the format and molds a different realty
one steps out of the sandbox and takes his tonka with him
which one

word is given
assumptions scattered on the floor like tossed socks
forgiveness is offered though difficult
for the moment the effort is as good as it gets
the local authority is perplexed and informs his boss