Pieces of my shattered halo rattling in my pockets, grind slowly into sand. My skin is still soft but it has grown thicker. My ears still hear but it's the same old thing. My eyes still see that nothing has changed. My nose can still smell a rat in a dung heap. My teeth are fewer but my bite is worse. My mind has barely begun to satisfy it's hunger. My hands explore the nature of creativity. I have a head full of Why's and What-if's nagging for an answer. I have a titanium tongue and mouth full of insistence. My lips produce the sound of freedom. I have a dumpster full of unsolicited junk-mail solutions. A landfill full of lies. The creaking bones of my dying sense of humor crumble slowly into dust in the Closet of Dispair. I carry the weapon of Truth against those who have no stomach for peace. I have a fistful of freedom and I defend it day and night. I wield words, adding mine to the chorus of disagreement as we demonstrate the politics of pestering. Hope went on vacation and never came back. The changeling, Promise came and took her place. The wedding of Fear and Apathy took place sometime near the middle of the 20th century. Ignorance and Greed marched like wildfire across the nation. By now though, Affluence had corroded into Corruption and what was once common knowledge is now common stupidity. It's a dog-eat-dogfood world now. There is nothing in the vacuous semi-circle of my parrot-mouthed acquaintances. No light, only lite. Only hollow heads, dead eyes, addicted ears and trained tongues. Sleep is the only thing they do deeply. Animated meat, running from responsibility, headlong toward death, hiding from life in the asylum of their prisons-homes. Obsequious serfs obediently planning their own punishment. Playing follow-the-leader and digging the view. There is an alarming shortage of the word NO in our collective vocabulary. No singing fingers weaving the violence of truth. No catalytic intelligence pounding like a strong heart to inspire us. No winged voice rising above the din of the dim. Only people with hammers who see every problem as a nail. Habitual time-killers bustin' their ass to get out of work. Small people with tiny minds living in their teeny-weenie little worlds, lining up in the cattle chute to charge their liberation on a credit card. Freedom by debt!
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