::03:14:09::

::: Excoriation :::

A sour place with withered vines
holds no man like an empty
shoppe in which no one dines.
Broken, confused and shocking
like a stammering, profane,
repetitive use of the word
"f*ck." What a stupid
time to be born in. What
a silly place to be with
silly people who can
barely help themselves
for we are all so weak
and depend on each
other, yet we pretend
to independence when
many are still enslaved
to wages they don't want.
And I see them and I
can say nothing because
my life is a tired dirge on
behalf of the people who
try to be good, but are
eaten alive like apples
cast into a bucket full of
night-crawlers and
worms. I can't
mention anything
else except that
I am an aspiring
politician trying
to win the hearts of
many until the
day comes when
I will be lucky enough
to be assassinated by
some crank off the street.
May the cameras roll.

" He sat on a stone by the side of the road and with a dead stick drew outlandish symbols in the dust."

Cormac McCarthy Outer Dark

Written by: ~ KJ