As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy hold a college degree
As the only fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked…
We are born like this – into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this …
Into Hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much that it’s cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madness closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich Heroes
Born into this…
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Because of this!
Fooled by this!
Used by this!
Pissed on by this!
Made crazy and sick by this!
By this… !!! (sighs*)
- So You Want to Be a Writer?: Charles Bukowski Explains the Dos & Don’ts (openculture.com)
- How is a picture born? (mymotionpicture.wordpress.com)
- The Stories that I want to tell… (mymotionpicture.wordpress.com)