What's society doing for me? I mean, really? Why does society not choose to overlook my utter lack of talent and worthwhileness and refrain from showering me with shaven vaginal gifts, gourmet food and drink, the epitomes of technology and real estate and refrain from choosing to support me hand and foot until I'm a complete corpse? I mean, come on. Enough is enough. Oppression is oppression. Can't we print more money to make this happen? What's it going to take? If society doesn't bow down to me and choose to off so many of its members just to satisfy my needs then what's the point?
Sorry, I've been reading a lot of 43's prose poems. Maybe I've been infected with his invective.
Sorry, I've been reading a lot of 43's prose poems. Maybe I've been infected with his invective.