Leave the dictators to their piles of dirty dishes

the facists to their fascination with fractions

and the conservatives to their unhealthy concern for Kabbalah.

Leave the liberals to their lizard skin collections

the professional athletes to their contemplation of their own lifespans

and the orphans around the world to their opinions about single use plastics.

Leave the garbagemen to their cherry picking

the politicians to their arguements with their own spouses

and the Hollywood elite to their ever increasing lactose intolerance.

Leave the poets to their rubiks cube pastimes

the songwriters to picking pistachio nuts from between their teeth

and the exotic dancers to paying back past taxes.

Leave the junkies to their double dutch jump rope

the professional bowlers to their Budweiser blue balls

and the weekend warrior badminton players to their uncircumcised shuttlecocks

Leave the high school teachers to their stock investments in Kevlar

the lunch ladies to their frozen pizza perservative Fridays

and the school bus drivers to resisting every impulse to commit suicide.

Leave the Mexican day laborers to their salted margarita day dreams

the Orthodox Rabbis to their all you can eat kosher buffet at the Crab Cake Factory

and the Mormons to their insecurity when it comes to eating Swedish meatballs

Leave the neo-nazis to their swastika needle point pillow making

the Muslim Brotherhood to their bow tie community controlled chaos

and the Hari Krishna’s to their hopscotch game through a hostile universe.

Leave the punk rockers to their safety pin conformity safety net

the hip hop heads to their 8 point Scrabble word score for the N-word

and the country music fans to the chewing gum stuck under the seats at the Grand Ole Opry.

Leave the barbers to deal with the insecure vanity of all the white boys with beards

the tattoo artists to all the impressions of life that can be persuaded into a persons skin

and the piercers to all the loopholes in life that may help another get over their hang-ups.

Leave the storytellers to their fabled lifes of imaginary luxury

the acoustic guitar slinging troubadors to all their songs strung out on cat gut

and the burlesque dancers to all their bellybuttons filled with boa feathers.

Leave the newscasters to their muppet like open and shut mouths

the journalists to their fear of being labeled fake news

and the talk show hosts to the horrors of silence after midnight.

Leave the shopkeepers to ponder what do with all their extra stock

the cafe owners to all the empty tables waiting to occupied by cockroaches

and the fast food franchises to pockets full of human fat.

Leave the Gods to their congregations buttoned up with fear

the choirs with their vocal chords strung around their necks

and the atheisists to believing that they have the answers.

Leave the universe alone to manifest its own mayhem

the distant planets as unhabited as they currently are

and the rest of humanity

leave it at peace with sorting out the mess

that rest of us have scrambled into tiny little pieces.