I would't sleep in a bed
with wonky wheels
that's high on a hill
where west winds roll.
I wouldn't hold money
in Zimbabwe dollars
during hyper inflation
and civil unrest.
I wouldn't build a tree house
on the back of an old branch
that was blasted by lightning
on which giraffes occasionally graze.
Don't look for security,
a haven to hold your heart,
in something that is essentially
insecure.
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