What am I thinking when I start scribbling down my frustration?
I feel as though the 100 billion people on the face of this planet have put their butts together and exhumed their intestinal gases on my fucken face. That’s how stinking I feel in the inside..! They say morals from the outside, when deep down inside
We all know that we are no different form their so called “Sons of bitches “.
Constantly, hiding behind their perpetual screen of self respect and idealistic bull shit. Tell me one Mother fucker or Bitch that wouldn’t take a chance @ “Fart once and Win a Billion Contest”?? If one such contest exists, down goes your self respect through your anal tract. That’s all it takes to break that fucken screen that you hide behind.


Show me the mother fucker that created the etiquette and I will prove it you how slimy he is deep down inside. I ain’t proclaiming that leave all your clothes and be butt naked cause, now you know the truth. The reason, behind letting out my frustration mediocricity is the blatant crimes that the people commit when they point a finger at the so called social outcasts for being true to your self.

I remember my class 4 moral development teacher saying this “Children, No matter what happens in life be true to yourself and be what you are”.
I feel like slamming my foot in to her you know what and ask Respected Mam..!
What if I realize I am god-damned ass-hole deep down inside and others are no different??
Will my mother love me for what I am??
Will my interviewer consider ass-hole a valuable addition to my moral conduct??
Neah..! I don’t think so, then why create the impression in the kids as though they are living in a parallel universe where truth prevails and the good will win over the bad eventually. Like a happy ending of a 20th century fox 70’s musical where the happy American Family unites like they are posing for a E-grade tooth paste commercial as the credits start flying in and as the curtain comes down.
It doesn’t take us long to realize that life ain’t what I thought It would be, it’s outrageously different and I am not ready for it. I wish my teacher has taught me how to lick the ass of my boss to make him feel all rummy about giving me a raise. I wish my teacher has taught me how to answer my dad when caught me smoking a joint in our garage. I wish a lot when I know it ain’t the way things are. It’s hard to take such things for granted when you’ve been told the opposite. I wanna rant and rave for ever if I thought this would provoke some thought but I know it wont.
So, all you sons of a bitches and sluts, realize what you are at least now and stop killing the mocking birds around you.