The Stranger

 Random dude, never seen him in my life, came up to me and said, "Man, you need a day off."

I responded, "Don't we all?"

He looked at me, took his shades off, obviously for dramatic effect, peered right into my eyes and said, "Nah man, YOU need a day off.  Fuck it."

Kid you not, I almost dropped this route then and there.  But then I thought about it and couldn't justify that the stranger who smelt a little like yesterday's coffee, last night's beer, and today's piss was making a whole lot of sense.  

Who was this stranger, and as I write, I wonder, is the stranger really me from another reality?

Winning?

 All of the assholes are winning.

Selling their soul and whining

But nevertheless they’re winning

It makes me wonder 

If I’ve been the asshole all along

This doesn’t feel like reality

Am I teaching my children lies?

Am I deceiving them about how to succeed?

Is it a fallacy to teach them integrity?

I don’t understand.

All of the food is ultra-processed and killing us

With pumped up hormones and the disguise of convenience

Organic food is marked up in price and they keep us on our cages of sugars, chemicals, and fats.

Like they’re the wicked witch in the forest and they’re trying to bake us in pies

What are we doing?

What are WE doing?

I truly don’t know if there will ever be an answer to the madness that is every day.