RAGS TO UN-RICHES

I was going to earn some $$ today but can barely stand up, ok, will do my best on this big mess of a residence, I’m calling Harriet up inside my heart, show me the way out of the long dark tunnel, I know how I keep endin up in here, but never know nothin about how to get out.

It goes faster now, I’m in and out these days in half the time it took before, maybe that’s the best, most reasonable thing I can expect from this world.

My mind is fuct.

If your mind is fuct then your life is fuct if your life is fuct what you need soon as possible is understanding which by absolute horrific and humiliating necessity can only come from outside yourself cause your own mind is fuct, remember?

Jim Beam? He understands me, stands under me, my all-night-long underling when I go make vomit.

No, too old for that shit. Body can’t take it no more, plus I know too much to go on like this.

White People?

You’re kiddin me, right? White people suck. Fuckin useless hoarders of natural resources. Who’s next?

Kids. Yup, kids are the leaders of grown-ups, the way they start a conversation with important people by saying “hey guess what?’’ as if to say, can I ask for some fuckin attention, please? Charmers. I don’t have any kids. Who’s next?

Wimmin?

Sitcoms. Next please.

Jews. Now we’re gettin someplace. Even female jews are worth the effort, you can find one. Full comprehension, mean as fuck, accessible high mathematicians of the broken mind. Why can’t I hang on to what they tell me?!

I need to go to their source of wisdom, drink deep from that well. What’s their deal? Religion. Sorry, I would rather spend the night in jail then to open my fuckin bible again, ever.

Jails all full huh, no vacancies, ok open my fuckin bible again. Oh good, here comes the Old Testament, Jews are in favor of the Old Testament, must be on right track here, move over Jim Beam, god has a message for me:

GOD:

“YOUr RIGHTEOUSNESS IS AS FILTHY RAGS UNTO ME.”

Sinner:

Look who’s talking you filthy cunt, YO, GOD, look at your Grand Design, MISTAKES WERE MADE

NO THANKS,

PRICK!!!!!!!!!

Who’s next:

Black people.

Whether I’m yellin or cryin , maudlin, listless, sullen, sad, pissed, defeated, psycho-hopeful, proud, goofin and/or actin, BLACK PEOPLE AND

ONLY BLACK PEOPLE UNDERSTAND MY FEELINGS WITHOUt MY SAYIN A SINGLE, REDUNDANT, AVERTABLE WORD.

Ok, go to their source. Which brings us back to the bible, am I right? How come god loves them but he hates my family, and the families of the people my big brother murdered, who’s reading Him right, huh, you or me?!

NEXT!

OK, you saw this comin,

Who’s job is it to understand a mind that’s fuct?

Psychiatrist. Uh-oh,

Sorry, leading profession of men who kill themselves:

PSYCHIATRY

Now what?

Birds help too.

Help me birds, help me be un-around the bend, un-cuckoo, unfuct-up, around and around, unaround, runaround, all together now,

unrobin.

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