I'm Sick & Tired/And I Really Have My Doubts/I've Tried & Tried/But It Never Really Works Out

Screwed again by the heartless, faceless, scatter-brained bureaucracy. And we knew better, but didn't want to tell someone how to do her job. At least she gave me bus tokens, so no hard cash was wasted on a trip to nowhere. A sad state of affairs, when the editor of this web log has a better idea of how to do something w/in the County Mental Health bureaucracy then its own wage-slaves do. Just too smart for our own good. Our problem all our life. (Here we break into song, something along the lines of: "I wish that I were stupid/as fucking dumb as you/I wish that I were stupid/then I'd be happy too." Needs a little work, but you get the idea. Or are you stupid too? We bet you just might be. Wouldn't want to be different, would you?) Anyway, we've just about had it. 54 yrs. wasted in this world of liars, thieves, murderers & cheaters, not one fucking thing to show for it, & surrounded by stupid, ignorant incompetents every step of the way. Oh, no, we have three bags of shit to show for it ("Yes sir, yes sir, three bags of shit full.") which we have to drag around w/ us everywhere we go. That's something to show. Show the world that we're dangerous homeless scum, mostly. Quiver in fear, members of the housed community! We may urinate in your fucking alley some day. That'd be the end of your world, wouldn't it? We wish that one of those bags were filled w/ something that would blow up real good; one person's terrorist is another person's freedom fighter, as they say, & we'd really like to free most of the world from their mortgages & SUVs & hair-styles & hideous jobs (even worse: "careers") & relatives & beliefs & everything else, especially their ugly bodies. P. S.: We were really fucking angry before we spent some of our precious Food Stamps on some food. Two new assholes would have been torn, & many more idle threats would have been made. Hope this was enough to keep you happy for a while.