What happens when you drop decorum from a skyscraper?

It’s a physics equation, on paper, or no?

Since gravity doesn’t apply to behavior,

it lands both harder and not at all.

It’s a complex figure,

inserted amid the text of some published melding of the minds,

paired with questions posed by Isaac and Albert

beside photos of graffitied translations from ancient philosophers

frescoed into tonal gray cement that stains when it rains,

or illegible neon spray painted on shiny towers of glass that, themselves, 

set fire to parked cars in the summertime.

The author couldn’t actually explain,

just uses big words that blend together

until you don’t care about the answer anymore.

But if you put it to the test,

the reality can make quite the mess

and cleaning up takes time.

So mind your Ps and Qs, my friends

and queue your peas up end to end.

Then, pop and gnash

or stew and mash;

they’re good that way, I hear.

Oh- and just remember, dear;

how you act does, indeed, matter.

See, rules don’t only break when dropped.

They can bend,

amend,

and shatter.