Sea of Cornucopia

 To those who accuse me of writing and spewing the ramblings of a mad man! Praises And Blessings to those who call me an egotist because I say I write unfathomable masterpieces that show bits of genius. To those who say they'll show and don't show. To the boys in the back row over by the window who snicker and sneer when I read Sandburg's Chicago.

Praises And Blessings to those who love the sound of their own voices. The ones who have to announce there's a beautiful sunset outside the window when everyone can already see it. To those who must overcompensate for their own insecurities__disabilities__to those who don't care about matters I care about__Praises And Blessings to all! 

Praises And Blessings to the problem children who are getting louder and crueler. To the illegal alien residents in Ascencia who are enjoying the beaches more than I can. To those who cater to the problem children and the illegal alien residents__more power to them thanks to you. Praises And Blessings to the neighbors on Lovingston Drive who call my Dad an Un-American Socialist because he's a union representative for the United Steelworkers of America.

Praises And Blessings to those who build houseboats and don't go any further than the boathouses, those who can only sail in their fly-by-night, make-shift vessels, those who intend to initiate the destruction of somebody's paradise. To those who can sail their houseboats on the 8th Sea__the Sea of Cornucopia!