And the angry lookers-on stare at us as if through us trying to decide what part of a badly planned upbringing allows us the delusion of sitting completely unawares or otherwise unaffected by the hordes of desperates craving what we have for hours upon hours as if they wouldn’t do the same And in that moment of one way judgment they see a TV set and mountain of microwave dinners awarded to us by parents unwilling to break away with Jerry Springer or mortified of naysaying for fear of eternal damnation to filial loath Little could they guess the eons of love the gentle lessons and manner refinements No mister I sit today in this seat with no regard not because my mother failed to spank me but because you want it and I loathe you for judging me when a second ago I was desperately trying to intimidate the previous inhabitant of this chair I’ve earned my rights And anyway Why aren’t you in a nursing home right now?
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kynephrus · Tue Jul 31, 2007 @ 05:07pm · 0 Comments |