What is this place?
I question reality
What is real
What is not
What is true
What is fraught
With misdeeds
And deceit,
I just don’t know anymore
Maybe I never did
I can decipher bullshit fairly well, better than most, is that why I prefer to be alone? Everybody is so full of shit these days, with a preoccupation of their own selfish thoughts and desires, and a failure to act upon the common good.
It’s just all so fake.
At times,
It overwhelms my mind.
I’ve been through hellfire
and came out unscathed.
Deep in the waters
of torment I bathe.
There’s nothing you can do
to make me engage.
I wield truth and light
just like an old mage
To guide me and drive me
To overcome pain
Nothing will stop me
As I do what I must
To ensure victory
In the pursuit of what’s just.
I’ve been on this route for two years, and I’m watching these kids grow. Lil homey comes up to me, and he’s about 8 years old. This is how the story goes:
Me: Hey Lil Man. Are you excited to go back to school?
Him: Yeah, kinda.
Me: You know, what I love about going back to school is seeing all my friends that I didn’t have a chance to visit over the summer.
Him: Yeah, but I have social media. I know what they’re up to.
Me (amazed): Wow. I gotta tell ya. When I was your age…(cue in impending sense of boredom, but I followed through anyway)
When I was your age, we didn’t have social media.
Him: … (crickets and a blank stare)
Me (laughing hysterically internally): Wow. I’m old. Might as well finish. We didn’t have social media. We only had rocks. If we were lucky, a calculator to spell out dirty jokes. But mostly, just rocks.
Him: OK, thanks, mailman. Gotta go!
There’s a special place in Heaven for us federal employees. Every day, without fail, something happens that boggles the mind. Just received a message from you know who telling certain carriers to report to a place for late parcels…20 minutes ago. Right now it’s 2:12pm, and they want these carriers to report there at 1:50. 😳 I tell myself, ‘maybe I got the message late,’ but I know the truth all too well. I need to turn that part of the brain off…
Gotta do my time
Always waitin’ in line
The PO (ba bu ba bu ba bu badu)
Hate bein’ told what to do
“Hey pal, what’s new?”
The PO…
Man, I think I fucked up
Gotta pee in this dumb cup
The PO…
All the days are the same
Only got myself to blame
The PO
can’t wait to leave this place
And escape the rat race
The PO…
Can’t make this shit up
Oh look, here comes a new pup
Bridge - Run, pup, run!
This ain’t a safe place!
Sink or swim, newbie
Turn that pout upside down
And put on a tougher face.
The P.O.
This song is an ode to frank sinatra one for my baby one more for the road it’s a song about a guy who’s going through it
he lost his money he lost his girl and the worst of it all to it’it is his the girl who was the one to take all his money
and you know
and
I feel like this song speaks to the working class hero you know the guy who’s down o his luck and he spent his last buckbrcause he doesn’t give a duck you know so
It’s a song th those who ware winvisible and just going through th e motions to resist the need to go through the commotion
It’s about the routine and a disruption to the machine
So you know it’s a good song
What I wanted to say was tsinething to the effect of this is a song to rink think of the ways to remember your place to forget about he maze
today the ways to forget about the ways to forego going through the maze
We’ll all go through it so whatever you need to do jus get to it
No regrets
No shame
Just do it
You don’t listen to me.
Therefore, why bother to speak?
It’s infuriating.
You don’t listen
And when you do
You forget what I say
So why do I bother?
I’m not addicted to pain and abuse
