Go on. Sit there. Wear you sweaty gray t-shirt and read about the soccer championship you couldn't afford to go to. Fart into the cheap underwear you bought at Target and tingle with excitment over a basketball player deciding how rich he wants to be. Dream about vampire lovers and Dizzyworld rides and the IPod phone that doesn't work as well as you though it would. Why not! The summer heat is scorching the scalp and the news is nothing more than
war
money woes
oil in the water where we once caught oysters
immigrants stealing all those jobs we worked before they crawked through the desert for work.
Come on, don't you miss the massive income you made from picking tomatoes or strawberries, cutting lawns or washing out shitholes at that gourmet diner, McDonalds.
There's no reason to protest, pop bubble farts and stink up the congress.
Don't you agree? Everything is fine!!!!
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