Chickens follow a pecking order and whenever there is a pack of dawgs, one or more of them is scratching / biting or licking their way to the top.
This innate will to power rides shotgun for the life force which okays everything in this
town and anyone who thinks otherwise will in short order find themselves at the
bottom of the heap – a location which automatically ensures more than a
fair share ‘o pressure and a limited amount of clear air which stands
a good chance of having already been breathed and / or winded
by others. The need to dominate starts within each person
and until we learn to allow it to work its magic on the
inside while controlling its external influence
via consciousness, it will spread negative
feelings, cynicism and perturbation
wherever the devil laze its head
and boy, she sleeps around.
Thank you, friend.