ten minutes

i'm dressed, plants watered,bed
not made but empty, so i could write
for ten. but what am doing ? listing.

it's just that i've become numb
there's little that makes me passionate
is that age's gift to us?
i mean in less than 3 weeks
i'll be in d.c. but at this point
i'm not even sure why i'm going\

i mean there's the museums
memorials
government doing government things
and i could watch.
i used to care but now it's so fucked
i just can't anymore. people are stupid
a billionaire running for pres, not just
any billionaire but a full sociopath
with a phd in narcissism
is a major party nominee
which should mean the system is broken
but he'll probably win instead.
because the american people are dumb fucks.
that's all i can think of when i hear why
they would have him be king.




friend 1:
voting for HIM because she knows
the other candidate left them people there
to die

friend 2: "thank god for medicaid -
or i'd be dead today".

"so would you vote
liberal after all?"

"this is why we're such good frenz
we agree to disagree"

friend 3: brother in law dependent on medicaid.
great niece gets food stamps.
business is doing quite well working
for a military contractor
but welfare is evil. probably would prefer
the other snake in the grass who makes
no bones about his xtian agenda.


that's just three. if i quizzed them all
i'm pretty sure even the ones i thought
were reasonable have this fever for outsider status.

helli guess that's ten, it's what the red clock's cooking up.
looking up.

on to work, contributing the greater good through economy.

: (


wow, i just realized winston.
you're just a metaphor for aging.