Clutch the Good Stuff, Shed the Bad Stuff

Run it from now back to then
Or from the start up to now—
It crops up, each and all whens.

Clutch the good stuff; shed the bad.
Now, if your group has done wrong,
Shuck it off, smear that blame out,

Spread the shame as far from you
As you can, but if there’s pride
To be had from things, claim them,

Say they were yours from the start,
Were yours first, all those good things,
Yours and your kin’s. Way back when,

The same thing, cell at a time.
Seek, chase, suck the good stuff in;
Flee, dodge, spray the waste stuff out.

If you want it, take it in.
If you hate it, spit it out.
That’s how life works, souls, cults, cells.