Insidious daydreaming

Thankfully life doesn't always work out as the legions of idiots there are hope it will.

By Stanley Collymore

 

I have a name so use it; for it symbolizes who and

what I am and not the adornment of someone

whom you deem to be and evidently see as

nothing more than a superfluous nonentity

in your pathetically sick and perverse

scheme of things based entirely

on gender issues and racism.

 

Like yours my fundamental needs in

order to survive in this life are exactly

the same, but ultimately one day

Death, the great leveller, will

I know dispassionately pull

the plug on my life as

it will on yours.

 

What then when this elaborate charade that

you meticulously contrive to reassuringly

prove to yourself that you’re superior to

and consequently better than everyone

like me in every conceivable way

inevitably ends, and unless your

dead body is then cremated it

likewise, like mine, most certainly will

predictably putrefy, stink to high heavens and

become an instinctive source of sustenance

for hordes of marauding worms that in

life, firmly ensconced as you are in

your delusional world of intentional

unreality, you don’t even bother

to sensibly factor into your

stupid equation of what’s

worthy and what isn’t!

 

© Stanley V. Collymore

27 September 2013.