Flipping Pain

So much hurt.

So much pain.

So much…

Ah, fuck it.

Where can you look?

Where can you seek solace?

Where is the lull of a summer breeze?

Well…

Confining yourself,

There’s always a laugh available

In all the hot air moving around.

Monty Python, anybody?

Peter Sellers…?

Oh, come on.

Quintessential meditation with smiles does work.

So much angst.

So much shaking of one’s head.

So much disbelief.

Ah, fuck it.

Where do you look?

You’ve only got your own consciousness.

Your own sense of responsibility.

You own sense of self-worth.

Your own sense of humor.

So…

Might it be time to encourage those of empty principals…

Get your heads out of the quicksand.

You’ll go under.

Get conscious.

Get with living.

Get with survival.

Get with laughs of responsibility.

Get with caring about somebody

Other than yourself.

It just might save your life

Assholes of the unconscious fixation.

Ya…

That’s right.

I’m talking to you…

Jesus…

We’ve got to wake up,

Yes!