Glad to be home. Generating some resistance against the project from the cabal at the top. Must be doing something right but you’re feeling exposed. Their’s is not your world after all.
Hubristic ego-driven man-of-the-people you says sock ’em where it hurts. Inner grownup says laugh it off and leave ’em to their woes, poor souls.
N grooms your hair with her fingers like a small monkey. You submit peacefully like a grizzled elder.
They clamber up you
old tree, declaiming stories from the day