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No job. No job. No job = no money. No money. No
money. No money = no luck. Money = luck.
"You think it's all fun & games, & it's not."
"But I thought you said games is what it was all about."
"Don't be such a smartass."
Fear. Nausea. Chaos.
Trapped.
We each of us have our part to play, I guess. And I guess my part is to be
ground under, ground to dust.
"And those who exploit animals for the benefit of humankind, or exploit them
even for mere pleasure, they too are simply playing their part."
"Yes – just as I, who raise my voice in protest against that exploitation,
play mine."
Nature is amoral. The lioness brings down the leaping gazelle. The spider
catches the butterfly. A pack of hyenas attacks a water buffalo. They run it
to the point of exhaustion, run it for hours, many hours, until it stands, head
hanging, chest heaving, tongue lolling. Then slowly, slowly, they move in for the kill . . .
Humans are a part of nature. What's happening to me is amoral.
The Enlightened Ones on their mountaintop laugh & laugh. Their laughter is
cruel & vicious; when they laugh their faces screw up like the faces of demons.
Suffering causes cruelty.
The suffering are deluded. What the suffering see is an illusion. But the ones
who laugh, when they look at those who suffer, what is it they see?
From the apartment down below, music. Chords sounding lightly on a piano, then a
woman's voice, high & pure, sweet, slow, sad, forgiving.
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desperation
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Desperation:
now there's a word you can
sink your teeth into
Who would've thought it looked like this?
monkeys in cages hunkered
down at the backs of their cages
shivering in cages
shrieking in cages every
time some white-coated
lab technician comes by
to take their blood inject
them with drugs
inoculate them with disease
push chemicals down their throats
examine
their self-inflicted
wounds
A man sits in a room
alone/alone
He shares their pain
& is useless/is useless
Animal pain
is useless
in a man/what's a man?
this is not
a man
this
is an animal
Desperation:
it's a blue ball of flame
with no place to go
it's an eye that never closes
never sleeps
never dreams
never closes
but burns
& burns
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