my words are ungracious
and spill forth today
like mewling puke....
it astounds me....
that we celebrate
landing, badly i might add,
an overpriced
piece of mechano
on the backside of a space rock...
while.....
there are people
dying... right here....
on earth....from...ebola cancer....and other diseases
it astounds me....
that one person,
can get paid, 20 million $$$$
for acting in a ****** movie
while....others beg for change and sleep rough
under park benches....
it amazes me,
that so many in the world
cannot read or write
and do not have,
basic and i mean basic
sanitary facilities....
it confounds me.....
that wars are fought
over race and religion....
it scares me...
that my son, will grow up
in a world where safety is
far less of a gaurantee...
it saddens me....
that i am as guilty
as the next person
of passing by
oe looking the other way
become too busy, too be
involved...in other peoples
pain...
my words,
ungracious
and hypocritical
are but the useless prattle
of a ranting raving imbicele
mere spit upon the winds
of a word in turmoil....
but come on...
should we not try
to fix this world
before discovering others
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
my words are ungracious
and spill forth today
like mewling puke....
it astounds me....
that we celebrate
landing, badly i might add,
an overpriced
piece of mechano
on the backside of a space rock...
while.....
there are people
dying... right here....
on earth....from...ebola cancer....and other diseases
it astounds me....
that one person,
can get paid, 20 million $$$$
for acting in a ****** movie
while....others beg for change and sleep rough
under park benches....
it amazes me,
that so many in the world
cannot read or write
and do not have,
basic and i mean basic
sanitary facilities....
it confounds me.....
that wars are fought
over race and religion....
it scares me...
that my son, will grow up
in a world where safety is
far less of a gaurantee...
it saddens me....
that i am as guilty
as the next person
of passing by
oe looking the other way
become too busy, too be
involved...in other peoples
pain...
my words,
ungracious
and hypocritical
are but the useless prattle
of a ranting raving imbicele
mere spit upon the winds
of a word in turmoil....
but come on...
should we not try
to fix this world
before discovering others
insomnia... and too many
thoughts.... created this monster of a rant....
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