Elucidating Questions

Cool let’s write something

I’m barely conscious and on the bus why not

Speaking of buses

Ever been thrown by one?

Apparently the cane isn’t a big enough indicator that I need to sit before the bus fires off from the stop

No I don’t think even wearing a huge sign saying

Severely Disabled

Would even make these people think twice

When you’re disabled the bus suddenly becomes this huge anxiety

Will they kneel the bus for me?

Will I get a seat?

People seldom move from disabled seating unless it’s a wheelchair, walker, or stroller/pram/buggy whatever

My entire method of transportation has become this daily battle

It’s just exhausting leaving the house

Never knowing what I’ll face

And the added Jesus Christian thing

God I’m so sick of them forcing their religion on to me

Painfully unselfaware they are

Today I was told Jesus has big plans for my life

Sir the fact that you’re telling me that tells me you’re not speaking to any Jesus in that head of yours

He asked if I know god

I know I don’t want to know your god

I wish your god had stayed shut up and never cursed this planet with your religion

Just atrocities carried out over millennia

Just wish they’d all cease to exist

And I have to be in their space because I have to take the bus

Ah but think how many fewer poems I’d write

Yeah exactly Sara Bareilles, I’m not going to write a love song about these things.

A+ for the constantly contextually on point music

Thanks Cosmic DJ.

I wish there was an alternative to the bus even if my poem output would suffer

I’d rather stay isolated indoors than be bombarded by Christianity everywhere

And I’d rather do anything than have to constantly worry bus drivers are going to care

Ah life

I think my issue with this writer’s strike

Is not just rich people wanting more money

It’s that people are on their side

When I complain about not making enough money

I’m told to “get a better job”.

Right?

It’s not that they don’t deserve fair pay

It’s that when I ask for bare minimum enough to live on

I’m sponging off the government

Shake shake shake and shut your mouth right?

It’s just hard to see the difference

Everyone deserves enough to live off of

And living shouldn’t just come down to shelter, food, electricity

Living includes enjoyment

Not mega yacht enjoyment

Not paying over half the population slave wages to become billionaires enjoyment

Are humans capable of evil because it’s in their nature?

Or because society breeds it?

Because civilization demands it?

I just wonder what great kindnesses could come from a society that rewards that instead

Money is just an incentive to be cruel

Just incentive to try to keep it away from everyone else

The have mores asking for more is just a symptom of the have it alls having way too fucking much

Inflation due to money being printed to try to offset the fact the billions of our global capital is sitting

But thank god they have money right? Bless those billionaires

Sick of getting by on scraps

People who actually need personal chefs can’t afford them and people who can fucking learn to cook for themselves have ten.

People who can’t afford to take care of their disabilities are choosing “compassionate suicide”, but giving us more money is out of the question

Sick, tired, and hungry all the time. All the time.

It’s like your personality is missing

Stand here, sell this, and make your mark

That kind of a push like silence for weeks and then suddenly

When you want our money

It’s taking part in this tired game kind of disgusting?

Don’t you want to run away to an inlet up North and just be?

You turn it on for the cameras and the stage

But who are you under it all?

I’d know by now that etchings on the wall only mean so much

Thoughts prettied up for publish

Is music even real anymore?

Is your music still real?

Your music that I’m perpetually paying for

Such a weird world we live in

I just wonder who I’m paying

I don’t know if it’s okay to love someone like you anymore

Something about the whole billionaires versus refugees thing really got me thinking.

Are you alive?

Are you dead..

Do you know I love you will all my heart

And I will love you every day

Until with my last breath I join you in the fields

Supi and Tiga are there

My beautiful gems Spinel and Tiger’s Eye

I know it’s your time to join them Tanzy my beautiful Tanzanite

I know but it hurts and I wanted so much more time with you

It’s never enough time

My baby it was a pleasure to be your home

It was a pleasure to see you run the herd a little bit too roughly

My sweet baby

I will never forget you

He did it so nonchalantly

Like it was second nature

Just pulled a piece off of the pine tree and then shredded it

I could immediately smell the scent of pine that I have come to see as a sign of pain

Like when you cut grass and it screams in scent

But he just took a piece of her

And then destroyed it

And went about his day

Why are humans like this?

Why do they destroy so calmly?

Why are plants not considered alive?

I can already hear so many wrong people say

It’s just a tree

So many so wrong people

If you could exist without doing harm,

Would you?

Or would you keep those little habits that create harm?

I wish there was a way

And I am the only one I know who sees everything as alive

The spirits of everything all around they never see

Do you ever see?

I can’t be the only one, simply because it’s statistically unlikely

I wish I could show them the pain they cause

Yes, it’s me, ever the malevolent one

I wish more people understood