I contend
That I have
Never
Hated the guts
Of another human being
For the guts
Are not
Responsible for
The actions
Taken by their host
Nor are they at fault
For the decisions
Made by the mind
Of a madman
The humble guts
Are only but
Organs with purpose:
Digestion
And continuation
Of life.
I have
Never exclaimed
“The nerve
of some people!”
For the nerves
are merely devices
through which
a person
may harness
the sense of
feeling
But some people
Go on
Through life
Without feeling
Things like
Remorse
Humility
Pain
Emotion of any kind
I pity them
And I ponder
I envy them
At times
And
I am fascinated
By them
Sometimes
Pity crosses with
Envy
And I ponder again
Intrigued –
All three.
I wish to know
How to be
A wretch
A *****
A *******
A criminal
An *******
A licentious *****
A nuisance
A mean son of a *****
But feel nothing at all
I want to know what it’s like to be cold and callous and without regret or remorse
Without a single ******* care in the whole entire world
But all I can do is speculate
That it is
Unlike anything;
Just like nothing at all:
Emptiness without knowing what fulfillment is
The coldness of not knowing the definition of temperature
The hardness of living life as compressed carbon atoms also known as diamond but without knowing I am or feeling like a jewel
I may not quite myself be a gem
But I can feel
I can hear loud and clear
I love to be whole
I love to be warm
I love to love
Because I am not a wretch
I am not a *****
I am not a *******
I am not a criminal
Or an *******
Or a licentious *****
Or a nuisance
Or a mean, cold son of a ***** –
At least for the most part
I am
a human-fucking-being
And I will never try
To be anything but.
It was
Never guts
It was always,
Is,
And forever will be
Folks with their heads up their butts
And brains in the drains
Who waste
Our precious air
And time.
One can certainly say
They feel it there
But alas
That is not
Where
The choice is made
Nor is that feeling
What upon
the action is taken.
One should not hate
Another one’s guts and nerves –
It should be
The mind within the brain
Who takes all the blame;
Everyone else is just doing their jobs.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
I contend
That I have
Never
Hated the guts
Of another human being
For the guts
Are not
Responsible for
The actions
Taken by their host
Nor are they at fault
For the decisions
Made by the mind
Of a madman
The humble guts
Are only but
Organs with purpose:
Digestion
And continuation
Of life.
I have
Never exclaimed
“The nerve
of some people!”
For the nerves
are merely devices
through which
a person
may harness
the sense of
feeling
But some people
Go on
Through life
Without feeling
Things like
Remorse
Humility
Pain
Emotion of any kind
I pity them
And I ponder
I envy them
At times
And
I am fascinated
By them
Sometimes
Pity crosses with
Envy
And I ponder again
Intrigued –
All three.
I wish to know
How to be
A wretch
A *****
A *******
A criminal
An *******
A licentious *****
A nuisance
A mean son of a *****
But feel nothing at all
I want to know what it’s like to be cold and callous and without regret or remorse
Without a single ******* care in the whole entire world
But all I can do is speculate
That it is
Unlike anything;
Just like nothing at all:
Emptiness without knowing what fulfillment is
The coldness of not knowing the definition of temperature
The hardness of living life as compressed carbon atoms also known as diamond but without knowing I am or feeling like a jewel
I may not quite myself be a gem
But I can feel
I can hear loud and clear
I love to be whole
I love to be warm
I love to love
Because I am not a wretch
I am not a *****
I am not a *******
I am not a criminal
Or an *******
Or a licentious *****
Or a nuisance
Or a mean, cold son of a ***** –
At least for the most part
I am
a human-fucking-being
And I will never try
To be anything but.
It was
Never guts
It was always,
Is,
And forever will be
Folks with their heads up their butts
And brains in the drains
Who waste
Our precious air
And time.
One can certainly say
They feel it there
But alas
That is not
Where
The choice is made
Nor is that feeling
What upon
the action is taken.
One should not hate
Another one’s guts and nerves –
It should be
The mind within the brain
Who takes all the blame;
Everyone else is just doing their jobs.
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