3862. TAKEN FOR GRANTED

TAKEN FOR GRANTED

(consequences)

I've been entered and lost, I've been shut

and turned off, I've been taken for granted

now once too much. I'm going home, no,

really. This Summer solstice bullshit you've

pedaled to me amounts now to nothing at all :

Transit of Venus, Pleiades, and still another

month of two full moons. Egads, enough, I tire.

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I'm running off to Greece, or Madagascar;

somewhere where the police are just as

stupid as here but less corrupt, or the other

way around, whatever. Look up, do I really

need to see tall buildings for the rest of my

days? No, I don't think so  -  give me a native

chica doing all my biddings, bring me a local

beauty with which to end my days. I never

want to vote nor hear a politician again.

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Line up the Jimmies at the executioner's wall.

Let's shoot them all. Bring me forth some

velvet slippers, a long tall lemonade, and

some biased newspaper to tell about the

carnage we have made. I'm ready enough

to listen and believe most anything at all.

I've been taken for granted, it seems, forever:

forever: now it's my turn to ignore it all.