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-killing sheep-
three past twelve.
I sit,
on the stairs eating my sandwich?
which when I think about it, is made up of a animal's intestinal trail, which had processed what they had eaten probably just a week ago, cheese and tomato. Disturbing.
I sit here and look at the people walk, run, waddle past, either rushing a package long overdue to the post office, or rushing to get a jar of coffee for the board meeting on in two minutes time, or even just going to the beach and sit, doing nothing for the remainder of the day.
I sit here thinking what sheep they are, being shoved through the turnstiles by a higher power, so he or she can make a ludicrous amount of money, while their personal can get their share of nine dollars an hour just enough to pay the mortgage, feed the two kids. And pay the bills.
They hate it,
but they do it.
They have a choice,
and they don't use it.
.....Wait a sec,
Do I think too much? This is distressing seeing life like this its not that bad, is it? Its true, its a sick world, and there's no mistaking it. With the government fucking thi............
FUCK
am I a hypocrite?
Oh well, all most half past twelve I have to get back to the office.