at the age of five we are sent off into unknown structures with flinty rooms with kids with bad breath who smell like their dog and like to clown and chuck things. we eventually lose our patent uniqueness, within the system, its rules, and policies that are designed to govern and strip us plain. the system itself could care less, “don’t think just memorize the information kid.” our uniqueness wilts with each passing packet of school pictures, clothing and status become essential for neophytes the offices stink like after shave and cheap perfume in first period each one gets a taste of honey then the knife. they look at their job like some kind of victory, and their marriage and their kids, their lousy vinyl sided house with the manicured lawn like a victory to their family, and to the world. no one cares, not the homeless guy in the street not the neighbors with their friendly act, or the precinct chairwoman asking you if you voted as she reads your name from her covert list, all the victories lose their sweetness and eventually you are stealing a few grapes like a **** starving addict at the supermarket with your sore knee and shaded goggles the victories are no longer important and you limp to your vehicle pushing your rusty cart, full of soup and ***** by yourself not remembering where you parked the same way you came into this joint, helpless and irritable as hell needing something or someone to help you find your identity that was taken long ago by society, it’s the order of things.