Friday, August 26, 2011

the soul is tired and I want to go home

Surrounded by piles of paper, of misdeeds done and handshakes by men who play dirty and remain in power though dirty tricks and apathy. Rather than the stained glass and soaring spires that visually sooth my aching soul, instead it's clippings and sterile city records, a mounting pile of evidence blatant. Men in suits with big smiles and a way with looking like they care about us.

And you wonder why I've been more surly recently. Both parties steal from the poor to feed the rich who are we kidding, but go on, put your hopes on some mere mortal or another, play your partisan cards, they'll work great at that new casino that'll save the city, those platitudes that will save the country, we're all losers in one way or another.

And you ask what I think not knowing the can of worms you've just opened. You really don't want to know. I don't believe that any of us can save the world, we're unable to save ourselves, we don't want to be saved, and we're fooling ourselves to think we can truly save others.

6 comments:

Randal Graves said...

This is why I don't talk to you anymore. If only you could be peppy & positive like that Randal, but no, you prefer making Baby Cleveland+ cry.

Part-time, minimum-wage casino jobs will save Clevelandia.

susan said...

There's still something to be said for small acts of kindness - even toward oneself.

Besides, we can always take comfort from knowing things could be worse. You could be living in las Vegas.

Anonymous said...

they are not of the world as i am not of the world...

Anonymous said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1aMT1ld9RMc

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Or Arizona, or Texass. (To add to what susan said.)

And if that doesn't cheer you up, I don't know what will...
~

Anonymous said...

mother africa?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Au6VesDZrzk&feature=related