I looked around in disgust at a shadowy Carnaval nether-world of lazy dangerous savages. And there I was right in the thick of it again… what else can I do? I gotta kill some more time in this stinking human stew, gotta wait some more for Narcisa to come down… I got off the bike and passed the time restlessly pacing the crowded streets by the Love House watching the delirious drunken hordes scrambling around in circles there…staggering, babbling, incoherent, stupid… and suddenly they all just started to look like so many big ugly rats milling around a big putrid garbage can… fuck! Rats!
I walked along and walked and watched. And then it occurred to me.
Rats? That’s a fucking insult to rats, man! Rats don’t neglect and abuse and torture and abandon their young! Well, they may eat ‘em sometimes… but fuck, so do people! Like Narcisa’s people… at least rats don’t fucking smoke crack, don’t gotta sell their fucking pussies to gringos. Rats don’t even need to use rubbers or get abortions or any of that shit. They just eat their young and be done with it if they can’t take care of ‘em. Not these fuckers, man! People just eat their fucking young for fun! They just keep making babies and throwing them away. Cranking ‘em out. Throwing ‘em away. And the streets are infested with the dirty bastards tonight. And the whorehouses. The crack houses. Prisons. Hospitals. Nuthouses. Morgues. Shit! Rats just eat their young. Not these fucking people, man! People just keep cranking out the goddamned meat. And the fucking streets are really teeming with the meat tonight. Idle hands. Idle minds. And now they’re all fucking bored to stupidity. Shit!
Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2010.
Damn, so clear when you put it that way… Now what makes it so hard for Society to see this?
Sounds like a fucking A.A. meeting.