poem 1st draft
Fuck
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.
People are idiots. I can’t comprehend. Why? Why, Why the fuck, why? Maybe they’re bees. Given a role, and they follow it without thinking. Ask them to think they get angry, maybe even violent. While at the same time their refusal to think fills me with rage. But they live so far away. Who are these creatures. Faced with extreme poverty, having their job exported, and yet, they support the one that did this to them, like a battered wife who takes back the man that beat her, wanting to believe that the impossible has happened, that he has changed. It always turns out the same. Change is not part of the vocabulary. Change is not in the plan. This time change isn’t even in the campaign. You can’t tell them what to do, or yell at them for being so stupid. You can only let them make the mistake until they learn. For the sake of humanity I hope they learn. Who are these people. They are not like me, maybe not even human. How do they see the world, how is it that they go through life. How can they hate what they can’t even see. How can they fear what affects me but not them. I must be careful in my rage. I must be better than they are. I must not hate them, for I do not understand them. To hate them for that would to become them. I understand the foreign view on Americans more now. They say they hate what America is doing, not Americans. Because they can’t understand why we do what we do. I wish I could go to a red state, and talk to people there, to try and understand why they voted for Bush. This is where my frustration begins. I can write about how stupid these people are, I can say why they should have voted him out, but my cries cannot reach very far. And even if they could would it matter. Can I even communicate with them. Would they even listen. Since I don’t understand them, I have no idea. I just have to hope that they’ll start to think and realize what he has done, and what they have done, before its too late.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.
People are idiots. I can’t comprehend. Why? Why, Why the fuck, why? Maybe they’re bees. Given a role, and they follow it without thinking. Ask them to think they get angry, maybe even violent. While at the same time their refusal to think fills me with rage. But they live so far away. Who are these creatures. Faced with extreme poverty, having their job exported, and yet, they support the one that did this to them, like a battered wife who takes back the man that beat her, wanting to believe that the impossible has happened, that he has changed. It always turns out the same. Change is not part of the vocabulary. Change is not in the plan. This time change isn’t even in the campaign. You can’t tell them what to do, or yell at them for being so stupid. You can only let them make the mistake until they learn. For the sake of humanity I hope they learn. Who are these people. They are not like me, maybe not even human. How do they see the world, how is it that they go through life. How can they hate what they can’t even see. How can they fear what affects me but not them. I must be careful in my rage. I must be better than they are. I must not hate them, for I do not understand them. To hate them for that would to become them. I understand the foreign view on Americans more now. They say they hate what America is doing, not Americans. Because they can’t understand why we do what we do. I wish I could go to a red state, and talk to people there, to try and understand why they voted for Bush. This is where my frustration begins. I can write about how stupid these people are, I can say why they should have voted him out, but my cries cannot reach very far. And even if they could would it matter. Can I even communicate with them. Would they even listen. Since I don’t understand them, I have no idea. I just have to hope that they’ll start to think and realize what he has done, and what they have done, before its too late.
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