HOW COME NO ONE?
How come no one accepts my insanity while
I am comfortably always assumed to accept
theirs? The things they all profess, they're more
insane than me. My insanity is a ripped hole at
the core; theirs is form of some 'It takes a Village'
happiness crap what just goes nowhere. Doesn't
anyone know what this real life is?
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They park their Hyundai SUVS and amble
faintly into stores of dubious making, where
trees once were and streams once slid, and buy
their pounds of rotten crap to demystify their
time. Clicking their alarms and locking every
door for their precious piles of shit, they'll testify
still, tomorrow, that their God is watching over.
Then throw your key-fobs over the cliff, and
shut your lousy face. You do not hold the
courage of your own convictions? What
kind of wallow is that?
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We should be mowing everything down.
The world needs its Second Cleansing.
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