An Old One

Being 25
Being Angry
and being drunk
pointing fingers.

revolution is not on a t-shirt
no matter what school you went to
no matter what messages you send
on that american apparel shirt
you're not fighting anything
but giving into critical mass.
it's funny,
how only girls want to save the world.
is it because of your lack of inner being?
that you want to change everything
except you
when you are the problem
that has been handed down
generation
after feeble generation?
i can't endorse your cause
because it's just fickle
fickle like you.
one minute you preach about environmental rights
and yet
when we go to the Ralphs at 2am
you don't ask for paper
but let them pack
every item separably in plastic
bags.
you spend money on bullshit items
like decorations for Halloween
and decorations for easter
and every holiday in between.
you think that you're changing life
changing the way people live.
you don't make a difference
you don't actually do anything
but brag about how great you are.
i see it in all of you
trying to save the world.
oh.
oh.
i say this place isn't worth saving.
we are animals.
there is no god
no jesus.
no holy Nazareth.
it's all just goddamn stories meant to scare you.
and you are scared.
so you don't steal
you don't fight
you don't ask questions
you conform.
and conforming
is the worst thing possible.
once you play into the mass hands
you become nothing but a chipmunk
collecting nuts
and marching to the beat
of the mass drum.
shit.
i understand you though.
i get it.
it's way easier
to shut your mouth and smile
talk about saving dung beetles
talk about saving dolphins and whales
talk about saving everything on this planet.
that's not the way it's done.
you save one person at a time.
you make them better than what they are.
you motivate and help them strive
for more than what they have.
let them all not be satisfied
let them all be depressed and fight for more.
some people have it.
the others
well
the other just find whats hip and in trend
and follow that for the rest of their
lives.
what horrible lives you must lead.
but you're oblivious to everything outside your
bubble.
hit me on the head
and break my spine.
slap me across the face
and destroy my brain.
i want to be stupid and full
of nonesense like you
so i can be happy with all this
goddamn phony bullshit
they handed us.
it's so easy
being you.
being empty.