When all of life is right v. wrong

No wonder we can't get along!

No longer are we give and take.

We're curse and spittle, bob and fake.

We're class and status and bank and fame.

It's win the pot and rule the game.

Freedom is charted. Pleasure winds blowing.

We're on our decks,

but no one's rowing.

We're all alone,

but wealth's in the hold.

No kith, no kin,

but rubies, gold!

No one’s around to tell us, "Dear,

You really can't get there from here.”