I wait for the days my words grab hold of enough people so I can live in the trees with my faithful and loyal machine, my great grandma’s piano and those endless bottles of cheap wine
Because the world went to shit long ago.
Our presidents, kings, queens, rulers, dictators, as usual, are the worst people in the world, and never could be trusted
Inflation’s at an all-time high
suicide alcoholism drug addiction
poverty and more starvation than you realize
murders of people and animals and new diseases and wars
countless terrorist attacks (unless you are white; then it’s only mental illness and somehow justified).
you name it it’s at an all-time high.
(But the poems are too so keep the misery coming, I’ve got tons of live ammo, and lots of extra time).
*poem by me, the picture I found here: