We need not be savage beasts. For we have music. And poetry, like music, hath charms to soothe the savage beast. In hypnotic beats. And lyrics,

emotive. Verily, poetry is music to humans. We, have options. We need not be, savage, beasts. We’ve got, lyrics.

Add to poetry’s letters and numbers, music. And to music’s notes, voices. Then add, dances, musical. And rappers, beating, beats. Artistry like Lin

and Nancy’s, reflect views on walls, more egalitarian, than is capable … a caricature, … President, Don.

Artistry like Lin’s and Nancy’s, on two more fronts, combats the ever combative, mafioso, aka, President Don. Aka, The Don. And add to poetry’s

letters and numbers, music. And to music’s notes, voices. Add dances. And rappers, beating up beats, poetically.

On Don’s modus operandi: A primer: Act the part of a sovereign. The King.
Steal … and lie to … men. Lie with and lie to, women. Take no, responsibility.

Deny, everything. At all times and in all things, lie well to men. And lie to women … faithfully.

Don’s modus operandi. A primer: Take no responsibility. Deny everything. Lie well to men. And lie to women, faithfully. Act the part of a King,

sovereign. Steal. Then lie to the men. Lie with the women. Then lie too to them. Don’s modus operandi, is lying.

President Don’s modus operandi, is lying. No responsibility, taking, Don just denies, everything. He lies to men. And he lies to women, fairly,

indiscriminately. And he acts the part of a King, sovereign. President Don’s modus operandi is lying, routinely.

An impossibility, the brothers are saying. “Don’s a liar. As are, save none, all the brothers.” Witness then, them. What if, found out, were, Presidents?

Would upside down Art’s brothers be crucified by their very own, citizens? On the dilemmas, of today’s, modern day, criminal, Presidents.

No killing, indeed, is (not), easy. Take @Pontifex. And @POTUS. Both, accessories to murder for the murder of Jamal Khashoggi, arguably.

Remember him, @kingsaud? To these matters, Art, is not privy. In nightly soirées he’s building alternative, realities.

@kingsaud @Pontifex. @POTUS: All arguably accessories to the murder of Jamal Khashoggi. Remember him? In many matters, Arthur, is, unknowing.

But the matter of Urantia and man is a matter of quest for him. If he saves Urantia he’ll earn, an Angel’s, wings.

@kingsaud @Pontifex. @POTUS: All arguably accessories to the murder of Jamal Khashoggi. Remember him? In many matters, Arthur, is, unknowing.

But the matter of Urantia and man is a matter of heroic, quest. For if he saves Urantia, he’ll earn … an Angel’s, wings.

@kingsaud @Pontifex @POTUS, Xi, Vlad and The Don. Accessories to the murder of Jamal. Jamal, the martyr. Remember him, King Salman?

Jamal Khashoggi, martyr, come back from a grave to destroy ye. Irony is rich, in Art’s MAYDAYS. Remember Jamal, King Salman?

Understand, King Salman, what’s really, surreally, happening. Know that, excepting for Saudis, all know, what’s happening. For martyr Jamal surreally

is coming back from his grave, to destroy ye. King: Aside from Saudis, all know … what’s happening … really.

Know ye Ben, o/b/o Jewry: All Saudis soon shall know, things, as soon as the Jews, Muslims and Gentiles do. Things are happening. Climates are changing

US. Rearranging US, too. Sometimes, alternatively, to keep US honest, things only seem, to be happening.

Eureka! From Pandora’s box, a letter shaped key, spelling, wisdom. A lucky stroke for President Don. A panacea, tho, for Pangaea. ‘Tis on Urantia’s Luna

that Don is changing US. Rearranging US. Whilst tempests rage on Urantia, he plans, for US … on Luna.

‘Twas just last night. When Don experienced, at Day 1311 of MAYDAYS, an epiphany‘s, revelations. With Don entertaining,

reconsidering, changing climate change and immigration. Wisdom, The Don … is changing.

Of President Don’s change into a wise man. A man of character surrounded by, similarly, compelling, characters.

Stricken, has been Don, by Arthur. And a key of wisdom, written in, at Don’s request, by Arthur.

Stricken by Art and by a key of wisdom drawn from Pandora’s Box, Don’s account of his transformation

into a wise man is a made-for TV moment for the president. A State of the Union. Tomorrow. For, the nation.

Don’s telling of his change into a wise man is a must-see, made-for TV moment, for him. For severely divided

are States of Disunity. Don wonders. Why not just start over? So wonders The Don about US, divided.

MAYDAYS. Inspired by Twitter Diplomacy. A panacea for what’s left of Pangaea. For Twitter‘s algorithm is conducive to the penning of poetry.

Couplet, poetry. Couplet verses, that, when linked, become, epic. A panacea for Pangaea lies in, the penning, of poetry.

Poetry is charming. And poetry is beautiful. But forget not, importantly, that poetry is, persuasive, too. Twitter‘s algorithm is conducive, to the penning, of verse,

couplet. For tweeting exactly what one wants to say in exactly, 280, spaces. Perfect … couplet … verse.

Excellent, if not perfect, couplet verse. Verse, excellent in (280 character) space. Excellent in matter (content). And excellent, inherently, in verse,

poetic, (dark matter), form. For wisdom may be of the dark matter glue, holding together, the universe.

On Urantia’s Luna, in soirées, dreamy. Three lunatics pen there, precious, poetry. Of a humanity belied by paradigms, kingly, religious and stately

… surreally, real. Arise, citizens of Urantia. And take from usurpers, what Allah, God, Jehovah, Yahweh, in stewardship, gave ye.

Art is an AT. An Angel, in training. Recalled from a mission in a future to return to a past to save Urantia. An impossibility, the presidential brothers,

all are saying, “Don’s a liar. As are save none, all the brothers.” Witness Don … and his brothers.

An impossibility, the brothers are saying. “Don’s a liar. As are, save none, all the brothers.” Witness then, them. What if, found out, were, Presidents?

Would upside down Art’s brothers be crucified by their very own, citizens? On dilemmas, of the Presidents.

Roiling the ever already choppy waters of human politics, Kim and Vlad and Xi and Don, plot with Art on what ought be public, what ought be

private, and what ought be, Mr. President, a tippy-top, top secret and therefore, Donny, for your eyes, only.

Bit characters. In crews, constant, of 280, of them. 280, in every tweet. Like dark matter, the glue, holding the Twitterverse, together. Four presidents.

And Art. For Arthur is but one, of five principal, characters. One greeter. And four … presidents.

Everything changes. And as climates change, men shall migrate, predictably, unpredictably. All matter matters. Particularly, the gray matter in one’s

particular head. Who knew that matter, matters, so much? Who knew? And so was sent for, the prodigal, one.

Had Don only read between lines of handwritings on the walls, of the world. Had he, he would know his wall is, DOA, dead. Had Don only, really,

liked to read. And really read, reports, from his experts. Had Don only gone to walls and read them … really.

This human nature, nature vis a vis nurture debate, mustn’t go on, endlessly. ‘Tis past time to take timely and revolutionary action. To move on and act on,the grievances of the peoples of Urantia.

From the future, Art, is come. To help man evolve, less, devolutionarily.  To … move on.

@MoveOn: Act, on this. ‘Tis past time to take, timely and revolutionary, action. To act on and to move on the grievances of the peoples, of Urantia.

From the future, is Art. To help man co-exist, with his or her … fellow … (wo)man. To live long … and prosper … on Urantia.

To help live long, and prosper, Urantia, let US move on past the treasured assets that are, our differences. ‘Tis past time. To give our children one

vote, per voice. To prosper: A welfare state, well administered for the well-being, of EVERYONE.
cc: @AOC

Imagine everyone being at the same place at the same time. Far from impossible, it is easy with God-given, imaginations, human.

For ones without wings, fly. Even unto, Luna. Imagine. The effect of everyone viewing at the same time, from Luna, man.

An important thought experiment, that. Imagining ourselves together. In the same place. At the same time. So Arthur Everman proposes, exactly that.

Set a date. Your zoom feature reveals no border, not one drawn, other than, artificially. Contemplate, that.

A national and international embarrassment. Not to mention, an intergalactic, disgrace. Yet even today, a rabid base and a tepid GOP have Don

thinking that maybe if he ditched his orange pallor, ratings might go up for the apprentice President, the one and only … President Don.

MAYDAYS: Setting: Urantia. Characters: Art and 8 billion brothers. Plot: Art, in soirées lunar with all of them, commune. To soirée. To pen

there, their poetry. On Luna, for reasons atmospheric, only the truth can be thought, tweeted or there, even spoken.

The crucial question is not whether President Donald John Trump has violated the law but whether the nation, The Don has been selling

out, for his personal gain. As if in sequel to “The Art of the Deal,” “The Art of the Steal, Art, is telling.

We wine and dine, in soirée, on Luna. We four brothers: Kim and Xi and Vladimir and me. And me, is Art. The prodigal one. The prodigal, brother.

Back from the future. To wine dine and soirée. Speaking soberly, albeit, not sober. On Luna. With my brothers.

Kim. Xi. Vladimir. Don. And Art, the prodigal, brother. Art’s back. Back, from the future. To wine dine and soirée, with them. To save humanity. For our children.

For it is our destiny that we be, as He, intended. Brotherly. For the sake, of the children.

Poetry. As panacea. For what’s left of Pangaea’s, humanity. Knowledge without wisdom is like painting, in two dimensions.

Wisdom’s the dimension that gives life, depth. And meaning. Knowledge has no meaning outside the context … of the wisdom, dimension.

Art is the author of tell-all tweets, about President Don. Not so much to embarrass him, as much as to, incarcerate him. To imprison, him.

To grin. And bear it. And bare it, if necessary. Art should know. For he is Don’s brother. The antithesis … of him.

http://a.msn.com/01/en-us/BBSRxaK?ocid=st

Art is President Don’s, prodigal, brother. He’s from the future. By way of the past. Here, presently, to pen, tell-all tweets. Tweets, to be organized (in

Don’s lascivious, image), seven tweets, to a twat. Not to, embarrass him. But just to, imprison him.

http://a.msn.com/01/en-us/BBSRxaK?ocid=st

Forever, surreally. That’s the plan, long-term, of the five lying brothers, from Urantia. Art is the prodigal one. Back, from the future.

On Art’s only seemingly incredible, story. It’s the story too, of Kim, Vladimir and Don. Don. He of a dubious, future.

http://a.msn.com/01/en-us/BBSRxaK?ocid=st

On changing our course. Building into Urantia’s mantle rather than reaching, for the stars with the spires of our buildings. And on changing them,

captains. Both nations and captains, are passé. The people lack, confidence, in them. Let US then, fire them.

https://www.wsj.com/articles/in-hong-kong-humankind-moves-back-into-caves-1537368301

Well. That didn’t take, too long. Roger Stone appears to open door to cooperating with Mueller after a dramatic predawn arrest, on Friday.

What a bunch, of characters! Twitter’s, 280 of them. And what potential! In the algorithms, like Twitter’s, of today.

http://a.msn.com/01/en-us/BBSO4IV?ocid=st

Congressmen: Trust not, the process. Nor the Taliban. Nor Donald John Trump, for that matter. For abandoning so hurriedly the Kurds, Syrians and Afghans,

betrays a strategy, sinister. To fend off the law, so long as he is President, of Americans.
cc: @AOC

http://a.msn.com/01/en-us/BBSQddN?ocid=st

The setting of Don’s prodigal brother Art’s exposé (“MAYDAYS”), is not Earth, but rather, Urantia. Third, from the sun is Homo sapiens’, Urantia.

There, only the fittest, survive, much less, thrive. And despots and dictators love … ruling on … Urantia.