The Planet of S

When my friend walked into the room with the

declaration “I am the most fucked up person

in every room”,

my mind went immediately to the Planet of S.

A strange looking planet, not round like a ball,

but skinny and narrow one could almost fall.

To make law and order it was set at the start,

the leader was the tallest of all. Now that’s smart!

Then all would follow by rank of their height,

to line up behind them with no end in sight.

And all the way back at the end of the que,

a very low creature, you know it was true.

For they were the one that was shortest and small,

the one that we call ‘The Fucked Up of them all’.

No one would complain and no one would rant,

for the only words said were proclaimed in a chant.

The chant was a praise to one better than thee,

to tell them how great and to say it with glee!

Oh great one! Oh great one!

How grateful am I,

to be right behind one with greatness so high,

You are the greatest that much is clear,

no one is greater, not far or near.

This all would repeat, sometimes with a grunt,

while they pet on the back of the one right in front.

But no one would get this decree and accept it,

why all that received it could quickly reject it!

As plain as the back, when you stand in your place,

you know there’s one greater, in front of your face.

And all the way up where they make all the choices,

the leader was there, hearing the voices.

With nothing to see and compare all that greatness,

our leader was sad with the utmost sedateness.

No one is happy, no one content,

comparing your stature to higher descent.

But such it has always been, and it works;

it must be worth wile, why look at the perks!

But why should we let this story persist,

if we think there might be a way to resist?

A simple suggestion could come from within,

from an average location not marked with a pin.

To make a small change not risky or loud,

a change that would lift us and make us all proud.

A simple 180 is all we would ask.

To change a perception, a true worthy task.

To face the direction of one who’s in need,

to lift up their spirit and do a good deed!

And the chant will change too, to complete the transition,

just change a few words and make some omissions.

Oh small one, oh small one,

You are smaller than me,

but don’t let that bug you

because can’t you see,

I do have your back,

and I’m here just for thee.

And all the way down the message was clear,

there is someone for you and they are quite near.

Now the leader could see all the way down,

how many much smaller do count on their crown.

To lead from behind and give them support,

to lift them up high and to not cut them short.

And that one who began this, what role do they play?

Are they still the most fucked up no matter which way?

Or are they the one, most vital of all,

to remind us of humble beginnings no matter how small?

And to give a goal, a mission of sorts;

to protect, elevate, and to give our support.

And the more that we face and help those in need,

the better we’ll feel as we fill less with greed.

For in each of us lives some fucked up little part,

so we’ll give it our love and protect it with heart.