Pissed Drunk and not an Ounce of care
Shooting stars and jumping kangaroos
All that and still nothing better to do
Buy a gun and shoot the bitch
What the fuck, burn the mangroves
Violent thoughts and dirty deeds
I am the sinner, kill me please
Life goes on, you burn some more
Hunger kills but motivates
Gun to the head, what will you do?
“Scream for more, scream for more”
That’s it, Im out
Im pissed drunk without an ounce of care
My Luck, My Rules! - or is it?
Striving to get what we want. Are there times in life when we get to places or achieve goals, which never actually were in our aims? It’s the struggle or the will to be the best, or maybe just the spirit of competition which sometimes makes us run for a finish line we never actually planned out to reach. Sometimes we might not even have a plan once we reach these self-acquired goals. However, that does not change the fact that we have actually achieved something.
When you are running for a finish line there are other people running with you. Even though your instinct to win might take you to the top but during the whole process the possibility of actually putting off someone who actually dreamt of being at the same position is also present. So here is the comparison; on one hand you have yourself, at the finish line, a gold medal around your neck – though you never actually wanted it. On the other, is a man panting and puffing, looking at you from the audience, since he does not get to step on the stage – you took his place. The difference, that man was hungry for something which casually came your way.
Point being that - Is the success of one man unfair to another; based on the fact that for one it was a trivial competition while for the other it was a need, or maybe even a dream?
Blank Space
Pouting pearls, that is what started the whole thing. Or maybe it was the picture. Ha! There comes a time when the birth of the situation becomes trivial and it is the presence of the situation which is more of a problem, or maybe even a disaster.
“Or is it?” , you ask. Or maybe I would like to imagine that you did. Again that is trivial right now cause I said so and since I am the one typing away at my keyboard it’s my word over yours any given day. Who are you to tell me what is what in my own head anyway?
I will take a break here to ask you dear reader to tell me if any of this makes any sense to you? All right break’s over get your lazy asses back to work. Speaking of work, what were we trying to achieve to begin with. It all started with the pouting of the pearls – yes this time that is the case for sure, for I talk not of the situation I mentioned earlier but the inception of this brilliant piece of writing. Believe it or not this piece got me laid and it wasn’t a transvestite or a cross dresser, it was Megan Fox! Or maybe it was a dream. But like they say; “dreams are hopes and without hope there is nothing.”
Now I must give credit where it’s due. If it wasn’t for Sammy Wiseguy this remarkable feat would not have been a possibility. Hats off to him and his undying and prevalent support during the days of the LaChupa Kapra – which, if I may add, is another story for another day.
I thank you all for your kind words, the virtue of patience and the display of self-control exhibited during the duration of the recital.
