he’s the everyman of fantasy island who should have been a tour guide to the dark ages but became a public servant after finishing high school working effortlessly for the state’s highway department which afforded him ample time to develop his theories on society for example he thoroughly rejects socialism can’t stand the thought of federalism so is a vehement supporter of our military police and first responders he’s often overheard rebuking welfare of any kind as he stands in line at the post office for his social security check he’s truly one of kind and swears if things don’t change soon he’s going to move to costa rica where he is certain that he’ll be able to practice and further develop his me-ism
a half-hearted attempt at existence is perhaps the best descriptor of dreamers’ lives always constrained by the expectations of others in society those producers who provide the script for the everyday roles dreamers play on center stage most daydream scenes include a house with adoring family provided or a crowded city apartment in an upscale section of town while understudy dreamers are off-stage imprisoned in the wings and spend much of their time rehearsing their lines and plotting or praying for bad luck to befall the principal characters so that a clever understudy might become the replacement and stand proudly in the limelight an event that rarely occurs but the slight chance keeps them rehearsing their improbable lines and appropriately dressed for the opportunity as well as compliant to the producers’ instructions who remind them during their bouts with depression that their potential improbable role is far better than being one of life’s janitorial staff or a homeless starving actor with no role at all
each day bapa dola’s student watched an old man carrying stones along the road and carefully placing them in ordered rows on each side of the path the student asked since the stones serve no true purpose why does the old man continue to do this bapa dola said in order to maintain society and human sanity purpose must be ascribed to life above and beyond those things necessary for basic survival
delusional daydreams written on bathroom and highway walls by those desperately seeking attention from a society that has already pronounced them dead on arrival these are not the forgotten for they were never acknowledged nor will their written pleas on walls or tattoos on skin make them visible they are grains of sand to be walked on and avoided when the heat is on
cold steel interrupting dreams of tomorrow a new parish away from previous indiscretions but then an ied a burst of repentive or punitive light and his child is left as scrap metal beside society’s road his mother now a whore not the virgin mary and there is no need to call a priest for he has died
removing the veneer he found poplar not the hardwood of an oaken society where truth is at its core but the softwood of lies and deceit full of corporate bribes wormholes tunnelling their way into the pockets of the elected representatives of the people for themselves
let’s do it let’s stack them up in the hallways and offices of congress each time they vote frivolously or at the beck and call of the leader of their political guild and a life is lost or tossed upon society’s funeral pyre let’s put the bodies where they belong at the feet of the guilty
the trickle – down effect establish a war economy build an expensive tank or fighter jet generating at every level of society jobs and funds b u t only one thing trickled down from war blood
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