There is a place
among the million spheres
where everything went your way.
It is, however,
in a reality
that is somewhat hard to reach.
Off the beaten track
you can find it
past the Path of Profits
in an existence
where the Jews were not abused
but dominated
not just business and entertainment and philosophy and religion
but politics as well
and the globe bent to Hebraic sandals
and all peoples considered your family
trusted advisors.

This is where it gets tricky
because it is rare
in all the alternates
to a find a place
where your bloodline is respected
or even recognized.
It takes work
to find a place
in all the planes of existence
where your people make something of themselves
dynastically.

Even rarer
sifting through realities
surfing through possible pasts
and futures
and universes where the absurd took root
is there a site
that can be seen
where your family becomes royalty
and you become king-god-emperor
particularly because of the monotheistic bent in your Jewish genes.

Still
there is a place
somewhere in the omniverse
where you are the ideal
by which all others are judged.
It is in that place
that you can look at me pityingly
and offer me your polite condolences.

We are not
just now
in that particular strained reality.
We are not living
where you are a ruler
where you have any right to judge.

Instead
we are in a world
where you are you
and I
have no reason
at all
to swallow your ridiculous condescensions
for even an instant.