You’re supposed to be grateful for it.
Move and operate in a way that gives glory and pays testimony to this thing..
But,,,
Just to be something else…
You could resent it.
You could say “thanks for this endless torture”
I appreciate it,sky daddy.
That’s a pretty high level of bitching.
Perhaps the Highest level.
I have a gift of life, but I don’t like gifts,
I don’t like motherfuckers singing Happy Birthday, I’d rather not eat cake, my main desire is for this to be over and to be away from all these people.
They say you’ll get your reward in heaven, but I’m just so selfish.
I want my reward now.
My reward is being away from you.
My reward is when you leave.
My reward is leaving earshot distance, from you and your fucking mouth…
Yawn..stretch…
Quiet..
Lovely.
Rat trail smell on a daydream..
“If I had things my way..”
Rescue cats and fuck around with homeless people..
I’d hand em a beer and a cigarette,
Hold out a crisp twenty dollar bill..
“Hey man, you believe in Jesus?”
They’ll eyeball the twenty, needing it more than any material item…they’ll agree with me..
“Yeah, I do”
Cool, let’s crack a beer and talk trash about him.
Let’s dig into the details of the absent father that is your god.
Let’s chit chat about how bad life screwed ya…
If there are 8 billion…8 billions souls walking around…
I’d wager that 4 of them contributed nothing..
Half…
Half sounds about right.
You do not deserve happiness, just because you were born.
We are a drag on this world and these systems, your only usefulness is throwing a penny at the state.
The only reason you are alive.
To produce.
There’s seven days and I demand five of them,
You can also dope yourself up, to make it through, but that will take a slice of your compensation..and i require payment up front.
And at the end?
At the end of the years of this?
You will be discarded.
Your usefulness exhausted,
Nothing left to mine..
And we’ll throw you away…
So…
Cats and homeless people,
What the fuck’s up?
Holler if ya hear me.
This thing might not be bullshit for you…
But..I would wager.. it’s bullshit for half..
At least a third..
A third of all people walking around, in this cycle…
Where’s your god?
Yo..speak up…I’m right here big man.
My ear to the sky.
I’m listening.
I want to be wrong.
Terribly wrong.
I just don’t see it…
dawn 