NORTH: The Element Earth

   
   "NORTH:  The Element Earth"
   
   Like Ricky Bobby, I sometimes cry:  "Tom Cruise, help me with your witchcraft!"
   Regardless, it is the North, and at Applebee's where I learn to respect the Earth; specifically, concerning Prince:  "Am I straight or gay; am I black or white?"  Who gives a rat's ass.  We are All swirling in a spiritual synergy of supernatural sorts.
   And I even Psalm aloud, in bi-polar fashion:  "Am I a Rebel, or a Yankee?"
   I've put down the Industrial Revolution.  Sorry.  Internet and furthermore is cool, unless of course porn is the sincere download on your demonic device.  Damn, I'm so sanctimonious.
   So, dude at the local bar and grill, I say to his cool-styled manner:  "I know you're from the North."
   He's like:  "The Bronx.  But I like the Mets.  Queens in NYC, borough on Long Island, kinda, and the Yankees always win cause of pinstripes--I saw it in a movie man."
   I like my pilsner beer.  Proud of a niece following in G. Gordon's Liddy's educational footsteps, and hope to timidly tame a rebel son to be a Razorback.  Hell, Fire is the Element of the South, and nothing brings it like an angry hog hellbent on kicking ass, yet so humble as they are simplistic swine, but so divine.