All I can think as I circle the drain into this classic dystopia I grew up reading about is
I really need money,
but I don't want to do what's
entailed to earn it.
To feed the machine of corporatism
and militarism
and kidnapping people
and bombing people
and murdering people
in the night
and murdering people
in the day and I am unable to support my lifestyle
of buying little trinkets and tools
that do little to assuage the terror
as the terror
closes
in.
I am thinking of taking up arms, but I feel certain doing so
will lead to my death. I have always thought
he who lives by the sword, dies by the sword,
so I would only have to find a sword to ensure I could only be killed by another sword wielder:
a rare thing nowadays.
That's the only kind of protection you can get these days:
hypothetical and jocular.
I have
a throbbing migraine
I am
hungover
and
jobless
and my wallet
is
gone.