Elucidating Questions

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

When you need help

But reaching out feels like a cry for help

And it is a cry for help but people frown upon these things

So you just sit and cry because who could help anyways?

Death is inevitable

I’ve lost two beautiful piggies so far and it doesn’t seem to get easier

The anxiety of the pre-mourning setting in

Watching her slowly stop doing everything she loved and just lie

I feel so alone and I feel so helpless

That there’s nothing I can do but watch

If I had the power to fix it

If love was enough to fix it

But it’s not

I just hope her life was worth it