Whatever matters when it passes the stick when it dodges the blow when it answers in accusation when it chokeholds the flow Whatever matters when the final curtain falls is the play is the thing brewed inside this cup tempests in a teapot Whatever matters if it stings the upper lip if it stubs gnarly toes, it’s what matters not who’s ready for a sip fault lines, lei lines, ripples in the storm Whatever matters not the unborn What matters, Not who , forsooth.
