AHHHHHHH!
Please. For. Pete’s. Sake.
Stop telling me about your favorite shows.
I don’t give a rats *** what your most beloved protagonist is up to this week or next week or even the week after that.
Your shows ****. Your movies ****.
Your taste in music is abysmal and your lack of charity is simply appalling.
It’s bad enough that I spend the entirety of my days staring at a blank wall while you get to go out and enjoy the marvel of television: an infinite world of deluxe channels and excess *******.
Meanwhile, I’m here renouncing everything that this petty bourgeois capitalist empire has to offer because I haven’t two nickels to rub together.
Jesus and I talk almost every night, he says “I can’t give you any money if the rich have it all. Maybe you should stop blaming them for your poverty and take their grandiosity instead.” I always respond with “But Jesus, whatever happened to the golden rule and loving thy neighbor?” And he always smiles that smile that shines the holy mile.

Even when he fades, I hear him say “Take what you want and let the world change.”

But I don’t want to steal whats been stolen and become a thief’s thief when all I want is to become a poet’s poet.

My education is next to nothing and my bank statement is null, but this heart full of suffering burns the anguish out of my soul and all I want is to spread the gospel of joy and spirituality so that we can live and love in harmony instead of me hearing about your favorite ******* shows.