floating

2006/08/10

Let the Pope Decide

Just shoot me, don’t say I’m an actor in this stupid motion film.
We want shit, we dig into shit and we get shit.
The more we want something the less we will have it.
We can make a deal, we are friends, neighbors, but when some punks in suits come (to plant a national tree of dispute between us) all arrangements fall into salty sea (too salty it is for either of us to swallow it).
The fucked it up for us, we are friends no more. They tell us we are too different, we know that’s not true (who is to tell which fruit doesn’t belong together?). Still we can never go back to fishing in the same pond, no matter whose it is.
We once knew, we didn’t need help, it was all cool. Then they came and messed it all up (it makes you wonder how much did it take?).
Now they can’t make it better, not even close to what it once was. It’s a dead-end-road. No exit. No compromise.
Whom to ask? Who’s to say? Who would be heard?
No one. Who gives a shit about suits? They just create hatred.
Take the easy way out, let some stranger decide, pretend that he knows best. He is sacred though, he’ll carry the burden of Salomon’s choice much easier.

posted by calamity @ 8/10/2006 07:13:00 pm

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