Respect

All creatures deep inside are quite aware that it's the heart and, with it, its sweet beat only its never-ending flutter lets us share a bit of time upon this planet, where we meet so many creatures and, above all real humans who all do strive to stay as long as they're allowed they fiddle with their health and look at cardiac lumens and hope the gods remember what the sheep have vowed. There is a little thing that's often mentioned it does concern our interpersonal communication no matter, highly motivated or so well-intentioned it's what may make us give enough consideration to one small word, and that is, vaguely, called respect. Respect for the law and for Ma and Pa, for the crooked Police for Canadian geese, for the Judges and Preachers and for needlework teachers for the butchers and bakers and the skilled coffinmakers, for the nurses and bitches and burglars and snitches for all druggies and whores and the owners of stores thus, the list could continue to a different venue but suffice it to say that respect is not play and it can't be demanded or delivered and handed against payment of gold no, respect can't be sold. If your heart can take care of necessities, bare you can use all your time to prepare and to climb 'til you reach Peak Respect where you'll sit and reflect and look inside your mind where you possibly find in the tangle of nerve the respect you deserve.