Buk Poetry
• Sunday, October 24th, 2004 • No Comments
the masses
all the bitter, miserable, lonely people feeling short-changed,
feeling betrayed by the forces, they blame life, they blame
circumstance, they blame others while actually
they
are totally unappetizing, dutifully unoriginal, they are
cowardly and placid, sunk in self-pity, having done
nothing right, they still feel wronged, swarming the earth with
their grievances, their hatreds—dead-eyed in the center of nowhere, these millions [...]
the masses
all the bitter, miserable, lonely people feeling short-changed,
feeling betrayed by the forces, they blame life, they blame
circumstance, they blame others while actually
they
are totally unappetizing, dutifully unoriginal, they are
cowardly and placid, sunk in self-pity, having done
nothing right, they still feel wronged, swarming the earth with
their grievances, their hatreds—dead-eyed in the center of nowhere, these millions [...]