floating

2006/08/01

Weak Small Pathetic

ME

Not that small to let others decide for me, not that weak to just sit there and swallow shit without saying a word. Not that pathetic to need “protection” which really reads leadership. I’m my own leader; I don’t need a fake one.
I don’t need a fake boob – it’s an animal. It kills, it can, and it knows no better, it’s pathetic. Why would someone THAT pathetic lead me?
We have the king, we are the peasants, the bishop is telling us what to do. We have the children in poor countries working for us so we can buy cheap crap and feel good about ourselves – they are our slaves. And yes I mustn’t forget about the scapegoat that is blamed for all this bullshit around us. YES WE ARE THE WORLD.

Can’t there be a democracy? Are people truly born bad? Would I become bad?
Luckily I’ll never know, they’ll erase me first. Or better feed me middle class bullshit: make me feel like I have everything I wished for, that would keep me silent. I wouldn’t stand up cos’ I would think of family first. Why jeopardize all this comfort?
Give me some more! Make me sick!
I hope I have the strength in me not to give in, not to sell out, not to screw up, to have that power.

posted by calamity @ 8/01/2006 06:59:00 pm

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