How the evil up the food chain turn the middle class into the poor and rob the poor of their strength. Teach us as kids to complain about not being raised up. Guaranteeing it by telling the grown we owe it to our brothers and sisters to tear down others for not lifting us. To refuse to parrot false messages equals weakness. To not follow bad advice is weak. To throw away life seeking pleasure is strength. To throw away pride for cravings equals courage.
Then you're 25 years older and you listen to the party on the other side of the birthday door. You know all the words but they no longer mean what they once did. You've seen more than you should have looked at.
You look into the mirror at yourself. Now half bereft of understanding. Half aware of the scams of the mediocrity of the certificates, the accolades, the schools and their half wit programs. The collective bag o bones and flab semi conscious screen addicted dry hair toof ace crowd you call friends seem to be in a frenzy. The latest in a long line of banal knee slaps thinking. At least in the dining car I didn't have to watch monkeys throw shit at each other.
