Discount Irreverence

Consider this my resignation letter to a world in which it is no big deal to be dismissed and hated.

If you think about broaching subjects of justice prepare for the lectures from those who resisted and waited.

It is a mark of distinction for your programmers to conscript you in an army against yourself or you can enlist and be jaded.

Your not suppose to be a normal fixture in culture, you must either submit to humiliation or raise your fist and be melanated.

Whatever side of the margin you choose, the design if for you to embrace the role of an outsider or insist on being degraded.

They want you to see your life through their eyes and count your existence is a near miss instead of being celebrated.

Quiet down, and maybe you can have the golden privilege of being pulled from a septic tank of piss in which you waded.

Watch your step, every park will not let you play fetch with with your dog. Check the time on your wrist, that reference is dated.

You can be an over serious kill joy, or an insufferable tap dancer that prays for real membership so persists to be checkmated.

They want you to cheer for the architects of your destruction with knee socks, short skirts, and pom poms.

They push you into a marriage of low self-esteem and delusion in the style of late ninety's romcoms.

You are not their friend, but more of an elaborate virtue point system.

An orphan ditched school, even went the extra mile of breaking curfew and nobody missed him.

You are are not real family, neighbors, citizens, or noble pillars of the community.

That is why judges have absolutely no problem with absolving your killers with impunity.

They don't want to touch you, hear about your woes, or compare dreams.

So what is the point of making sure you don't step on toes, you can't switch teams.

Now I want to you to die, and I hope your house burns to the floor.

Flowers on your chest, look at the sky, I am enamored no more.

You are not suppose to thrive in the same space they drew you out of

Embrace the echoes of your ancestors, every word of which is no doubt love.

It's not a universal inditement, so I will put my broad brush away.

I wrote this for the excitement, they will kill me tomorrow, so let's stay in touch today.

Their reaction will not be anything that unnerves or takes me by surprise.

Sarcasm is a well trodden path, but how many times can you roll your eyes?

Early prediction, the wrong people will think this is about them and become frustrated.

Like a boa's constriction, they will the meaning out of a sentence by which they feel bated.

Not my responsibility or my problem.

Misunderstandings are good, that is why I don't try to resolve them.

Now lets gather the wood, and after that find a big steel calutron.

Add water and lite a match to watch gallons of my good will boil.

When the heat of my displeasure reaches your face, you stand back and recoil.

Why push a comradery like the little engine that could?

We should just hate each other like we know we should.