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Feb 2016
The slaves
The powers that be
They were angered

Angered by this man of Tao

Angered he wasn't sacrificing himself
Like they did
For their "almighty dollar"

Angered at his sense of humor
His calmness
And his emptiness
Oh how it bothered them

So they set out
To whisper in front of him
To mock his name
And what he stood for

It pleased them
Because they could never be
Like him

Every time
He watched
Below them
Humble

Yet seated high above
Their program

Not participating
Not trying or

And what have the doctorates learned
Their huge papers
Their pride
And arrogance

I've learned from them
How foolish
And prideful
Human beings can be

Degrade me
Debase me
Call me stupid
Or ignorant

All your intelligence
And all your pride
And all your wisdom

Won't save you
From a certain death

And when the system collapses
It won't matter
How much money you have

A doctorate starves to death
Just like a homeless ***

And any food I have
I won't give to you
I'll watch as you starve

All your wisdom
And arrogance

You thought you were so
Much better
Because you had more book knowledge

There are people smarter than you
People smarter than me

So what
So what

I have no sympathy
For you
When you starve to death

When terrible times come
A poem to help me get rid of some anger I had toward a very mean and disrespectful woman.  I would offer her food in reality, even though she was a real obnoxious cow today.
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)   
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