Dose of ‘Reality’?

There ain’t no way around it

More often than not — almost always — almost 110%

The downright scummy, and the blissfully ignorant, succeed

While the good-hearted and intelligent folks

Get shit on without end

Stripped of cash

Stripped of open ears

And mocked as aliens.

And not only in large ways

But also in a million paper-cut stabs

You can still bleed to death that way.

And I don’t mean “micro-aggressions”

But actual refusals to hear a human voice.

FUCK YOU.

But I’m not complaining

I’ll keep dancing in this shithole bar

And honestly having a great time — loving every minute of it all

because life is truly magnificently beautiful

Keep riling it all up — all it’s homeless ecstasy!

Until the bouncers kick me out

And I fly the middle finger

to all these frat-boy fucks

And maybe who knows

I might be one of the dumb-luck sons-a-bitches

That escapes their circus

And finds a chunk of gold

Without too much becoming part of it

And maybe who knows

Maybe one of the fucks was just pretending

And actually has a brain

and could dare to use it in practice

But that’s a big pipe dream

And life demands to be lived

Regardless of the outcome

So here I am.

Another fucking beer, please.

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feature image: Jean-Michel Basquiat