If anyone thinks
I'm the indestructable
unwise
infallible
guardian of right,
able to slice and dice and justify, well
I just might
but, you'd be wrong
to think that of me. It's too high
an expectation.
If anyone thinks
I'm a real human being, and knows it, and I know it. If
that's what you think, if you know
(or think) I'm full of shit, well:
you'd be wrong. I just took a shit,
and that was all the shit I had on.
Or in me.
But if anyone thinks I think I am the shit,
or that my shit don't stink, or I think that it does
n't, well, I'll tell you what: mine is the scent
of the rose,
freshly fertilized. So strong, it grows. But *PHEW*
if anyone thinks
I'm better (or think that I'm better) then they are,
they are sadly
Mistaken. Or, if anyone thinks
that I think I am better
than anyone, I hope I am shot in the face
before that evaluation
can even take place.
Because: Opinions
are severable from people, people. Mine
are (to my mind) better than equal, better
than the ones
that I had before, but
against the world?
I am not keeping score. I
can be no better
than anything that's yours. Because if I was,
I am a piece of shit. Worse
than that. This is the place where I admit
I am smacked. If anyone thinks...
what is wrong
or
is right
or
whatever belongs
has anything to do with
what any other person has opinions of
or on
well, that's either wrong, or I guess
it's right
but I'm not the judge.
If anyone thinks
that I'm right...
...I wish I was.
If anyone thinks I'm wrong...
...I hope I learn.
If anyone thinks I am straight,
I hope I swerve.
If anyone thinks I'm damned,
I hope I burn.
At least enough
for me to learn why
they thought I deserved an eternity of earned
punishment. I
also hope they're wrong.
Not my call, but
the more I learn
I expect to be able to accept
all
of how
and why
and what.
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