baloney, mister bozo! i’d
rather just keep my mouth shut. how utterly
odd, so very unlike me to so
willfully keep it zipped. but at present,
not taking the bait seems
-exasperatingly, at a minimum-
prudent. so, the
asshole wants to fuck with california?
please! bring it on! oops. it’s
extremely hard being silent while witnessing such
ridiculous bullshit transpiring. but this country, this
place, my home since the summer of love, so long
ago, before i had memory. it’s so depressing living with this
confounding corruption,
knowing how embarrassing and how dangerous and how degrading
a time to live within. i am here alone, my jaw dropping with such
galling regularity. closed off in a box within a box in watching
everything, my home, my life, my country, slink, sink ever deeper, seemingly slip away.
