Squeezing Wisdom From a Monkey

Here I sit in the belly of the god damn beast wondering what the hell happened and where it all went wrong. Misspent time my ingloriously sublime misplaced youth. I never had much ambition to start with and now my nose is shoved in it every day like a dog being punished for shitting.

I'm teased like some repressed asshole at a strip club because I can see what it takes, and sometimes I pretend, but deep down I know I don't. Is something wrong with me? Nothing. Comfortable in my skin - wearing it like a cheap fornicating suit.

Jesus of Suburbia my ass!
Ahhhhhh my sweet little apostles. Sing with me now..........and grab me another beer while your up.

There was a time, I was young and beautiful and high. I thought if you worked hard you could obtain everything. But who had time for hard work. (Hell, who had time for work.) Serve it to me on a platter - Generation of Entitlement. That's our motto. I was born - I live - I deserve. Give it to me. And people wonder what's wrong with people. Give it to me NOW!

Angry? You bet. I'm pissed at myself for lack of effort. I'm seething with personal resentment. I've been swallowed whole by the whale whore Humanity, digested with little more than a grunt and an unpleasant aftertaste, purged of self identity and hurled on to the pile of living corpses. Every morning I die a little more. Soon I'll have no memory, even of this.

I swim in a sea of half-thoughts. Languid smoke clouds my mind. Hoarse indifference. If I had eyes I'd be blind. Why do I make things so perverse?

So much for education
Where's my medication

You look like shit

I'm broken