Why, little Johnny, let’s watch some tv. No, fuck no, let’s write spoken word poetry about all kinds of nonsense like religious ideologies, philosophies, cosmosophies, misanthropic cruise-control monopolistic monstrosities, phony congenialities, catastrophic suicidal belief system atrocities, mental complexities and chemical lobotomies, sacrificial popularity contest curiosities, biblical forgeries, survivalist necessities, rubbernecking tendencies clogging urban arteries, targeted alarmists negating progressive qualities and other such things challenging my plebian faculties. Cry me a river in a rising sea over the endeavors forever reshaping me, you’re tastefully negating my apathy as just another option amidst opportunity. Most folks only see what they want to see, the man I am only sees animosity. Why must it always be about what’s wrong with me? Why can’t I also shirk responsibility?