punctuation

It's all a white wash of good thoughts
and those that are not so tasteful.
Only once when I stop to let them amuse me
does the swirl gain a moment of clarity.
It is in that instant that I can see the plan (and the players)
for what it is. Mostly paupers
trying to step on the heads of those they assume are weaker.
(There really is no true 'thought' involved.)

Casting down Ego and Self while they stroke their 'Social Consciousness'.
All of it is bullshit really.
And it doesn't matter what side of the fence you're standing on
when it's up to your knees.

There are a few who can find pleasure in themselves,
beyond the nitpicking of the socially aware. But only the strong survive.
Cliche, yes. Trite, maybe. None of that matters
if you truly are one of them. If you are unaffected
you are wiser than most, wiser than those that would happily find you dead.
Their fear a cancer in them, their chemo merely superficial makeup
to cover up the pain they hope nobody will see. It's all nonsense really,
when you're in the dark box with the insects and the maggots
nobody cares what you're wearing.