to what end, all this rushing around and dominating the competition? gold? this is man’s destiny? to hoard gold and be lauded by others with similar mindsets?
in america, it seems so. and if you’re not down with this concept, and you spend all day daydreaming about nature and beauty, you’re a freak who is an inch away from leeching off of the system. and you’re lazy. and un-American.
there is no room for you amongst the wolves, hippie–
go back to the basement lounge with your freak friends.
and if you have no freak friends, and no desire to congregate,
you float along pretending to fit in amongst the wolves
while you write poetry about their demise–
with a gun tucked into your belt.