The day is mostly in as I drive home, the seat to my van feels like a glove to my tired soul, comfortable, well broke in from knowing each sculpted point. Nothing like getting off work, the only better feeling is Friday getting off work. Walking out the silver aluminum door that connects you to the rest of the working class. Ah, the working class, the backbone, from the beginning of time. We are the glue, the connecting link in the chain, well worn, continually being stretched under the constant strains. We cannot break, we hold the world together, you and I. Please tell me, why are we treated like, animals, raised for slaughter, unneeded, unwanted! Or so it's getting that way, or is it only me, a feeling that way? We the working class have simple needs, raise our family, a roof over our head, simple pleasures. Why are we persecuted so, how can we be hated for wishing, but to live?
Why does the few, need even more? After enough treasure to sink a pirate ship, why is domination necessary? We the working class will never comprehend the dastardly mental disorders, of greed and domination, it simply is not in our makeup. Ah! but there is the answer, we're simple and with all your power, contol, and money you cannot enjoy the simplest of life's pure pleasures! I pity you. The superiority you think you have, holds you from those pleasures. The pleasure of work isn't in your vocabulary is it? Work can be good for the body, mind, and soul. Breaking a sweat, getting the adrenalin rush, and self satisfaction of knowing you have earned your few pieces of gold, and paid your way is unknown to the ones who have always had it given. I feel sorry for those of you who have always had everything. You can't experience the true beauty of sacrificing and saving for a family vacation. You'll NEVER enjoy the sunsets, the rainbows, understand the fairy tale of a pot o gold at the end of the rainbow. You'll NEVER understand springtime in all it's glory, the smell of turning over Mother Nature's true God given magnificence of planting a seed, and the pure glory of watching it grow, lovingly weeding it, as the plant grows right in front of your eyes. The green gives way to a bountiful harvest. You enjoy the bounty, and beauty of work, love, nurturing. The seeds planted, whether a plant or a child can NEVER truly be yours can it???
We the ants, the worker bees, humanity are real, enjoy getting off work, coming home to our family, our puppy dogs. We can have friends and relatives over, play horseshoes, have a real fourth of July picnic. We can sit in a lawn chair relaxing, enjoying the summer's breeze. We can seee the individual snowflake, the beauty and feel the power, the love . . . of, the eternal everlasting universe.
You see we are the connecting link, of a mighty chain, we are one. DEVILISH EVIL ENTITIES OF THE WORLD, THE MONEY HUNGRY MASS MANIPULATORS OF ALL EVIL, BETTER START WORRYING! WE THE ANTS OF THE WORLD NEED TO FOCUS OUR ENERGY TOGETHER TO WORK AS ONE. WE THE REAL PEOPLE OF THE WORLD NEED NOT FIGHT EACH OTHER, WE PLAY INTO EVIL'S HAND. WE ALL OVER THE WORLD, THE REAL ONES, NEED TO UNITE FOR THE NEXT GENERATION, OR THERE WILL BE NO GENERATIONS AFTER. WE NEED REAL LEADERS TO UNITE THE MASSES. CRUNCH TIME IS NOW, CONFLICT IS EMINENT, AFGHANISTAN AND IRAQ WAS JUST A WARM UP GAME. THE BIG ONE'S SOON UNLESS?????????????