Every
day I wake up and make a cup of NESCAFÉ® Clásico
It’s
a routine like watching Jeopardy! or masturbating
Sometimes
I misplace my purpose, but I always regain my sea legs before I need to resort
to Dexedrine though don’t put it passed me to crush it up and snort it
“The
world is turnin', I hope it don't turn away” Neil wrote that and I couldn’t
agree more as the beach swallows up more of the coast and singer songwriters go the way of apoplectic dinosaurs
Don’t
forget to put on your galoshes as you wade out into puddles of blood and pushcart
carnage
I
am so sick and tired of the haves doing their damndest to eradicate the have
nots and I am glad that the me too’s have begun to rise up and right so many king-sized
wrongs
Weinstein,
Rose, Spacey and the list goes on and on can go fuck themselves into oblivion
as the people rise up to take back what’s rightfully theirs
The
“rich and powerful” seem to think the world is their playground and their “celebrity”
makes them impervious to right and wrong
We
must draw a line in the sands of time and teach these demolition experts a
thing or two or three thousand about how real people feel about being take
advantage of for so goddamn long
Every
day I wake up and seek out a flower to smell or a puppy to pet because I so
desperately need to reconnect to the beauty and simple complexity of everything
and nothing
Multiple
shithouses are burning as the news from across the pond only fans more flames
of incompetence and entitlement
Our
civilization only has so much air left in its tires before we fall flat before
our creators, begging forgiveness for all the wrongs that have been perpetuated
in the name of vanity and self-aggrandizement
Charles Cicirella
7/23/2019
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