“People Like Me”.

It’s quite apparent

to someone like me

how someone like you

might come to be;

Your parents protected

your eyes from the truth

you came into yourself

without having a clue;

you are highly offensive

through all you presume

a clean, handsome face

with a weasel’s perfume

your life has consisted

of skies, only blue

a brat on a cushion

trust-fund ever renewed;

So now you’re a grown up

everything handed to you

your jack-ass behavior

is nothing that’s new;

there’s something important

that I’ve longed to tell you

if you choose to listen

I hope it gets through:

know that people like me

just as worthy as you

however odd that may be

to people such as you;

you can’t understand

a typically higher IQ

in the people like me

compared to idiots like you;

I’ve spent every day of my life

feeling the contrast seep through

while you prance around crying

about such bullshit issues;

but I guess if I’m being honest

I’d act just like that, too

if I had been familiarized

with the lies of a silver spoon.

Maybe I’m Just Stoned #2.

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To My Lovely Gentlemen Readers:
You know I love you guys and this IS NOT a clown or jab in the direction of the male persuasion that comes from a mean spirit; it’s all in TRUTHFULLY told, good, clean, fun…and weed….lots and lots of weed.
~~~
Maybe I’m just super stoned again tonight…we’ll see I guess…

Okay, so, is it just me, or…
Is the willingness to commit when it comes to conversation between a man and woman VASTLY weakened, in comparison to his willingness to commit to another man (not in a romantic or sexual way)? A lifelong friend of my roommate Dice stopped by tonight after work for a visit. It’s been a while since we saw this particular guy, as he has been buried by the project of a DIY home remodel – a huge project, indeed. Dice is single (something that his mama doesn’t appreciate as she is itching for grandkids) and as long as I have known Dice, his intention of remaining “single” for the most part has remained unchanged; he is just the kind of guy who answers to nobody and recognizes that relationships just aren’t his thing, I guess.
I have heard this man argue any and every valid (or invalid) point behind his lack of any desire to commit himself to any ONE woman; he even ended a relationship he had been in for several years because the grip kept tightening in his perception. I feel that I can fairly make the statement of:
“Dice is no friend to commitment when it comes to any exclusive inter-personal relationships with others.”

Tell me why it is then, that within a matter of moments after sitting down with his friend to catch up on the construction of his home, the word “we” is being thrown around like a fucking cheap hooker. I swear to the Gods, it was as if Dice has had a hidden mouse in his pocket all day or is suddenly in a second person narrative! It was shocking to me, seriously…and yes, I was possibly over-stoney and reading too much into things, but damn…

“We might also wanna think about…”
“We could look into building up from beneath…”
“If we fill in the ditch, we will have plenty of room to…”
I mean this is the same guy who won’t even collectively chip in on household products with me because it feels too much like a binding to him somehow for Christ’s sake! Yet, when it came to construction (or, last weekend, the stripping down of an ancient Land Cruiser belonging to a different male friend of his)…it was pretty profound in my own pothead opinion.

But, maybe I’m just stoned.

Denial.

Denial IS NOT a River in Egypt.

Denial IS NOT a River in Egypt.

Yes,
it’s true –
what’s good
to me,
may not be
good to you;
But,
my respect –
for this fact
renders
my opinion
no less intact:
That,
it’s no more –
than garbage
that you
repeatedly
produce;
No,
I do not –
will not follow
on your
commanding
wave of hand;
See,
it’s not even –
a discussion
that is
one of
necessity;
Go,
get on now –
continue down
that long
misleading
path;
March,
to a beat –
that burned
with kerosene
and shitty
petrol gas.

The Differences Between us

Americana Injustica

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I once believed in my fellow human being – the same kind of human being as the kind that I am:  a creature that is fully capable and often willing to lay importance at the feet of anything outside of itself, genuine in the spirits of kindness and empathy. I used to have faith of embarrassing depths in the notion that most, if not all, other people I knew were hardwired to perceive something as seemingly innate as the consideration of needs belonging to those besides ourselves. I have learned in the hardest of ways, however, that the vast majority of so-called humans, are in stark contrast to the type of human being that I remain. When I use the word “remain” to describe the way I feel about the obvious differences between me and 9 out of 10 people that I know, it’s meant to…

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