The Insanity of Appeasement

I’ll try to keep the seas calm,

Spread my hands over the surface

Keeping things nice and flat and uneventful,

Nothing unexpected creeping up.

I’ll find some supersized industrial fan,

Mount it in the sky facing down

To blow away any unpleasantness.

I’ll concentrate real hard

To anticipate any questions that might

Disturb the waters  

And look for answers with no surprises

Causing undue disruption to the universe

Or at least the desired perception

And the struggle to hold it all together

In a neat little package.

On, second thought,

I won’t do any of those things.

That would be crazy.