Somebody’s Tsunami Laundry

somebody's little ripple is a drama tsunami
because somebody wrote their own life rules
and dictionary about how things are
(here's a hint: we know it's empty)

somebody's "close-knit family" endures Christmas
for a sock swap and all go home disturbed

somebody is rich, too,
richer than you, than I, than all of us,
with money in the bank to do big things
(here's another hint: we know they're undefined)
and somebody has tickets to cruise again soon
and would have gone last week except
somebody's pet squirrel died and 
somebody had to bury it and grieve a little

so we might want to tolerate somebody
and act all impressed

because somebody knows how to live

when clearly you don't, I don't, we don't.  

(But we know the truth.  See, we've done 
somebody's laundry
a time or two
so we don't pity that squirrel.)