Pan-o-rama

Bread of the Gods…

view overarching all…

to be above it all…

observing monkey boy

from a safe distance.

Armchair quarterback,

master of the world,

“I could have told you that”

echoes throughout family 

rooms of America… “I don’t

watch the other network,

because, of course, 

they’re biased.”

You’re holding on to part of 

the elephant in the room,

which, you insist, is the whole,

and you’re so damned angry,

which gives you heart disease…

you die coaching little league.

Critics will pan the first part of

century twenty one as a pimple

on the visage of humanity, lanced

by men of vision and perspective

to facelift our view to face reality

squarely in the face. 

At least, 

that’s the way it looks 

from up here.