dusk

There’s nothing wrong with being poor or living around the poors..

You don’t have to come up with some philosophy.. justifying where you are.

You don’t..

The only factor is fear.

Being afraid of your neighbors..

Being afraid of having your shit stolen

(if one has shit worth thieving)

Sometimes I’ll cruise through this small town, back roads, neighborhoods..

Quaint.

The Motherfucker is that quaint.

Tress that canopy both the road and sidewalk..

Parts you might consider peaceful..

And I was losing it, losing the way and the zeal had receded..

House after little house..

There’s a life.

There’s another one.

These people over here made three or four..

So, let me ask you.

Do they have a right?

As losers?

Do they have the right to carry on and build whatever level of happiness can be obtained?

Obviously..the answer would be “yes”.

But they’re losers…

They ain’t got no fuckin money and it shows..

(weigh your worth)

So if you preach against, if you voice out the need for less losers…

I dunno ..

They didn’t do anything to me..

I mean, they voted,but who really gives a fuck?

Here’s the mindfuck…

In the mud fuck…

They outnumber you…

By THOUSANDS..

For every person clenching and grasping the modern and individual equivalent of  happiness…

There are one thousand…on the other side..

I’d wager…

I don’t know the exact numbers but I know they are staggering…

Sometimes I’ll go to the park and watch the little loser families..

(they seem nice)

But look at their car.. they’re broke as fuck…

(doesn’t seem to bother them..)

Because they’re too stupid to know they’re fucking losers…

(how pessimistic)

Projecting 😉

Something people do…