wall street is the vatican of this country

i hear complaints

i give quizzical looks

the movement of awareness

was over two and half years ago

they occupied world wide

and then the army of the rich

um, i mean the police

shut it down

 

since then things have gotten worse

 

oh and on another note

my publisher rejected my second novel

said i ignored all the tenets of fiction writing

things like plot, the moral of the story

a theme

in short: a cohesive, woven reason

for telling the story

 

i laughed my fucking ass off

 

found my favorite bar

ordered the sacrament of my religion

toasted myself in the mirror

and downed the draft

 

went outside for a smoke

and lost my place at the bar

so i started walking

 

where i still am

 

singing, “Fuck it and goddamn!”

 

there is no point

we will not answer for our actions

there is no other side

there is no one to judge

no one dispensing fairness

and justice

so therefore

fairness and justice do not exist

just our perception

as we are taught

what fairness and justice should be

there is no truth

just what we are taught

what truth is

what morality is

 

and you can only perceive

as your senses allow

 

your eyesight is better than mine

but my hearing is better

so we perceive differently

 

you do not see reality

but the light that bounces

off an object onto your eye lens

if there were no light you could not see

 

we can agree the color is red

but still the color is perceived

and we do not see the same shade of red

 

miniscule difference i know

but a difference none the less

 

in other words

we are physically unable

to perceive the same way

and therefore can’t agree

on what the truth is

 

oh and let’s not mention

a perception obscured by alcohol

 

the one percent will get away with it

and i can’t write a story

that contains teleological timepieces

 

so i roam

alone

 

cause i can’t carry on conversation

with the convalescent

who don’t know how to use

their body part called a brain

 

so let it rain

let my urine flow down the drain

of every urinal in every bar i see

at least i am fucking free

and not waiting for

something or someone somewhere

to make things as i want them to be

 

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