Just the other day,
I was minding my own business,
when a stranger walked up to me,
and vehemently insisted on a conversation.
The more they spoke,
the more I wanted
to slam their head on the wall,
but crimson stains on white walls,
are rather hard to paint over,
unless you call them polka dots
that lost their geometry
somewhere between
violence and interior decoration.
I know this, mostly from lived experience.
So I chose to confront them.
Never a good idea, I tell you.
Apparently it's offensive
if you aren't as much of a dumbfuck
as they are;
apparently that's what they are calling a democracy, these days.
They informed me,
they were uncomfortable in the conversation,
and yet somehow,
couldn't bring all the strength in their bones,
to move a muscle.
Apparently, a morbidly obese vanity does that to you.
Unfortunately, I wasn't unemployed at the time,
I still am not,
but, context matters I've been told.
So, because I had work to do,
people to meet,
and a life that refused to wait for their approval,
I decided to leave,
while desperately hoping
the previous thirty minutes
could be buried somewhere
between virtual reality and neurological injury.
And just as I was about to reach for the door,
they stopped me.
They told me,
how important they were.
How accomplished.
How rare.
How they were the continuity of a mutiny.
How they were the missing punctuation in humanity's unfinished sentence.
How they were what would change the world.
I grinned with an oblique lip,
looked them dead in the eye,
and said,
"That's a whole lot of adjectives to decorate biodegradable waste."
I know you are convinced I'm an asshole,
with a pronounced fetish for violence,
and you're absolutely correct in your conclusion.
But remember this,
had it not been for violence,
you'd be dead from small pox,
and lunch for the ones you pick off a dinner buffet.
But the questions in your concise cerebrum don't stop,
you wonder,
how dare I compare a human to a fucking mosquito,
or a goat, a cow, a pig,
depending on which one appeases the idiosyncrasies
of the ones you bend your spine to,
without getting money for it, that is?
Well, you discriminate by species,
I discriminate by utility.
And claiming superiority by association,
how dare you, I ask.
Who do you think you are,
some godman in a land that mistakes fear for faith?
Honestly, we've had too many of them,
and I have always had a kink for subtraction.
And now you're confused,
as to when did this become
about the things you've been taught
to not debate nor question,
because idiocy is best served,
when accountability is a missing father.
And now you're confused,
how did this begin with me,
and become about you?
Because,
you are synonymous with the antonym:
how something about someone
becomes all about you,
all thanks to you!
This isn't a screenplay
you are used to auditioning for.
In fact, right about now,
you're questioning
why you didn't realise
the precise moment the story flipped.
But then, isn't that the story of your life anyway?
No, this whole charade doesn't have a point.
In case you were still wondering.
In fact it was never meant to have any reason or logic.
I just arranged random words in a manner
co-ordinated enough
to confuse the fuck out
of your perception of language,
while mimicking the very same manner,
in which every shred of faith
was hammered into your marrows.
Thankfully for you,
I don't have a lot of faith
in faith.
Else, you'd have traded yours today.
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