Wednesday, May 25, 2011

time to repost the "guttersnipe"

he scares you… his gun’s powerful enough to shoot you down… and his words, slashing to tear down whatever… he spends his time just hanging out at his stuff… his shit… and bucks… he could blow chunks right here… you’d clean his floor… you work for him… it’s sucking all your energy… but you’re just one of the pack to be burned out… no way to blow off some steam… that’s his great deal… to turn you a basket case… you could get bonkers about his condition of a fat cat… ain’t no good nohow… but you don’t, you’ll just put the case on the back burner… he’s in the position to kick your ass… and so he does… all the time, he kicks your ass… you, and all the fucked-up ones around him, are always about to crash… there’s no way to jump ship ‘cause this is the deal… to kick your ass… and to laugh off your worries, your losses, your own stuff… damn it… he just bears down on you from behind… or from all sides?
he doesn’t scare you… his power is not a strength… he’s weak… when he opens up his chair next to you, you have the guts to unveil him… he’s a goofy… a fraud, squandered in trivialities… a jerk, he’s a turd… but powerful… a no-brainer reasoning… the cycle of power… just common if you nailed him screwing up a riffraff… it’s so his scene… left and right, so his scene… and you are told to not give a damn ‘bout it… that’s the big deal… to not give a fucking rat’s ass ‘bout it… that’s the big deal, but not for you… you mustn’t dig it… it’s not fine and dandy with you… time to get cracking? he’s just always trying to hide that you’re in a bind… your kaput… and yada-yada-yada… will you kick the bucket? you — the loser? me — the nutcase? even though, I’m not a space cadet, don’t wanna be like that… we’re being lied to… and ripped-off… not in money… not in land… but in the right to dream…



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