Spoken Like A True Materialist
Living a life far from the essence of poverty, Has earned me the bragging rights at the social events, mixers, and meetings of mediocre society. Ironic isnt it? Once one takes into consideration that my financial splendor is not of my own course, but the fruition of the sweat fallen from anothers brow. Nonetheless, I galavant around, head lifted, nose high...Unaware of less fortunate onlookers. Unless of course, they fall prey to my dry wit in regards to their misfortunate placement in societies economic ladder. At times, my compassion, hope and sentiment get the best of me. I have been known to visit a homeless street kitchen, from time to time. Although I am sure that my presence at prominent gatherings of intellect, fashion and fame are more duely noted. In a sense, I feel that each of us are responsible for our own state of affairs. I dont pity the poor, because to me, they are simply irresponsible, reckless haggarts...People who in spite of opportunity chose comfort. The lackidasical lumps in the barnacles that bring the spirit of the responsible of mankind plummeting to the bare, unforgiving earth. Thats the bottom line. There really is no more for me. You either make yourself, take whats yours and live your life....Or let life happen to you, pray, trust good luck, and frequent regret and self-pity. I chose my path. What about you? (Writers Discourse: After a disgruntled conversation with my family, and a pleasant refresher with CNN...I had an urge to write...and LO and BEHOLD!! this is what came out...lol Go figure! Is this me? NO!! Am I rich? NOO!!! Where did I learn to speak from external motives? I have no phucking idea!!) Hope ya liked it!
