Maybe, the reason is I wasn’t born into money.
I was never what you would call poor.
But my family was not extravagantly rich.
However, I always had enough
and more than I needed.
I have no understanding of the Status Quo.
I have no understanding of Art.
I have no understanding of Televised Reality.
I have no understanding of life itself.
I could be a liar.
Maybe I’m the curse of a liberal generation.
My mother believes in doing the right thing.
Which includes all the stigmas held by society.
Yet the war rages on the outskirts of town.
Humans eat humans with greed stained silverware.
Aim for the moon and beat the ruskies.
Aim for the freedom and blow up the world.
Aim for perfection and stick a fork in Utopia.
Aim for the heart and kill the beast.
Action remains the centerpiece of progression.
Maybe they will never give you a chance.
A planet spun in the vastness of space.
A race too nearsighted and stupid,
they miss the forest amongst the tress.
I remain indignant in my ignorance.
Mission statements gone unspoken.
Mission directive only derivative.
Mission airy confronts face front.
Mission impossible means improbable.
Messes left for future thought.
Maybe, We are in the land of the blind,
Where the one eyed man ponders his sight
and the blind lead the blind towards the cliff’s decent.
Conspiracies dance to a sold-out rube tune.
A subversive population left with no shoes to tap.
From the crack of noon, my day started on the wrong foot. The sound of a new text bled chaos into calm silence.
Digital service is the last remaining present from the pre-war era. Our father’s father couldn’t see fit to give us a inhabitable world but gift wrapped all their toys.
Someday, the satellites will fall back to Earth on wax wings and the world will be thrown into savage darkness; yet as Janis says “I’d trade all of my tomorrows, for a single yesterday.”
I love always being right.
This is the central motivation behind all of my actions in life.
Note this does not mean I am right, but that I strive to be right.
To be right is to…
…give more than empty words.
…understand chaos in the universe.
…live long past the point of no return.
…transgress popular culture and get to the root of the mater.
You become pop culture as a by product.
I have spent a life of procrastination
to escape the rigors of a desk job.
I never wanted a profession that weighted on my life.
Occupation, like marriage, is a prison sentence.
To be right comes with…
…a set of skills of it’s own.
…no remorse or hard feelings.
…the understanding of why you are right.
…the bottom of a bottomless heart.
You only appear like an asshole.
Of all the ways one can live their life,
There is none better than being right.
Which of course takes in to account
more than the ignorant notion of being right.
To be right takes into consideration…
A universal view can see the big picture.
Neo-cons wouldn’t know the first thing about being right.
Nor the punch drinking liberals.
The truth is not pretty,
but it shall set you free.