Starting with no edits;
so, sure, maybe some prejudgement,
but here it goes:
Money makes me mad,
and nice cars make me mad.
All I can think of when I find them in abundance:
“Why them and not those other people?”
Call it whatever you want.
And the grocery store is too loaded for my taste buds.
But when I’m cold, all I want is shelter.
We have it all until we forget our gloves inside.
these are our common excuses for the descending, maybe ascending, steps up, or down, the ladder:
the economic ladder,
When I’m sick; vomit splurging and death nearly in sight,
I contemplate these excuses..
these reasons, compensations, ideas.
Again, call it whatever you want.
I rethink them and ask myself: What do you really want to do, to be?
A refugee journalist.
Or a masseuse.
A bread taster for pillsbury.
Answer me, crowd.
Who to be? What to do?
Rob a bank? Become a recluse?
Well, maybe not those. But, come on!
What do you really want to do?
Say, “I want to jump. That’s all.”
And I’ll tell you: make sure you tell the stars I said hello.
Enjoy the food at the grocery store,
but don’t leave your gloves at home;
but don’t forget about that jump.
If this all sounds like babble, then remember,
you can call it whatever you want.