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Gayle Sayres was third, all of those years ago, I am an even less glorious fourth, A loser in the Boswash to and fro, Behind D.C 's south and Cambridge's north. I believe New York's best in biz and arts, While Boston excels in science and zeal, D.C.'s best in vying for people's hearts, Philly trails--that's truth, not just my own feel. But Philly is the place that draws me in, It's like my much-loved Jersey, but urban, A repository of city sin, In purple state, rural and suburban. You Northeast leaders--you are truly great, I prefer Philly and my fourth-rate fate.

How does privilege work?  Let me show you how, From my park bench in Upper Montclair, I saw how its reproduction works now, With a mom and a daughter with blonde hair. Daughter is four or five with a frilled skirt, Mom lifts her into, I think, a child seat, Underneath, shorts--she's no Lolita flirt, She's too young to grasp her erotic heat. But in her later years, she'll understand, She'll wear the same outfit, but now she'll know, That for her body, there is a demand,  That she'll do well to conceal, and to show. She may decide that her privilege is wrong, Or she may use it to sing a sweet song.

                   Krishna  I wish I could write to you, Mirabai, I wish I could at last let my hair down, But mine is the fate of one who can't die,  Who must always wear a heavenly crown. Do not be attached to petty result, Arjuna.  I said that--and I believe, But I--with Lord Vishnu I must consult, If my avatar rankings fall, I grieve. My frolicking gopi days are long gone, I'm chained to the star-maker machine'ry, My sun-dark complexion grows pale and wan, I can no longer enjoy the scene'ry. A rule-following agent--that's my type. Do you want to be me?  Don't buy the hype.

Can governance of the globe become lib? I wrote about one path in my last book, Of voting growing from the U.N.'s rib, Of ballots cast from every global nook, Of an elected Gen Sec, weak yet strong. Nehru or Nixon?  That's just a detail, Lib rules win even when lib pols are wrong. Lib-con global parties grow and prevail. On this both of our countries can agree, Gandhi and Jefferson are of one mind, Cali and Delhi both want to be free, Let's devise liberal global ties that bind. An end to parties?  That's an illusion, Biz eth for nine billion is delusion,  

Biz Eth Can Unite the World (Thesis) Biz eth permissions and prohibitions, Accord with Manu and the CCP, Likewise with the Islamic traditions, With Buddhism and the land of the free. Lib pol by contrast is highly partial, Not all the world is adversarial, Drawn to a politics quasi-martial, To harmony's official burial. Biz eth corps will bring us all together, We'll choose to be ruled by Pulte or Rouse, We'll vote with our feet, with foam and leather, We'll live in this or that globe-spanning house. For lands that want to stick with lib pol, fine, For the globe, let's forget the U.S. line.

Biz eth is conducive to growth and scale, High eth self-subverts with size, becomes fake, Big state, global high eth is doomed to fail, Done right, universal biz eth can take. Biz eth is not for Himalayan heights, High eth is made for the ethical peak, Biz eth does better in countering blights, It's not best for the saintly, the unique. High eth is part of our evolution, It's baked into us, just as biz eth is, We need both for a global solution, Otherwise the world is flat, without fizz. Let biz eth keep us from ethical doom, Let many lotuses of high eth bloom.