Block them out.
I don’t want to hear them.
I don’t want to see them.
I don’t want to know,
life
isn’t as easy
as any story,
we were told.
Whoever said
that it would be
so simple,
didn’t know the hour,
or the day.
Everybody’s playing
their own angle.
Everyone is trying
to get paid,
and if they save anyone,
it’s just a happy accident.
They’ll take the adulations
with the gold,
but his life
is hellish
for the powerless,
who get nothing
in exchange for their souls.
Struggle is a virtue.
Pain is currency.
Absolutely perfect,
your uncertain certainties.
As bold as a prediction
that bad things come in threes,
but all your superstitions
serve to keep you on your knees,
and any consolation
is just
a happy accident.
Lost our keys,
our marbles,
and our sense.
Watching this play out
has been the greatest
form of entertainment
since
Saturday morning cartoons.
Thank you.
Thank all of you.
HG – 2021
