Basically people just being shitty to each other and not even trying. But I’d like to think. No, I know. We the People are better than that. We know how to get along with people of all flavors and temperatures. We already work together in the low paying jobs that the others joke about at their fancy dress $2000 a plate dinner parties. We know this because we serve your food and clean up the mess afterwards.
We all live in the same type of neighborhoods, some may be city, some may be country but we are all poor and working class. We the People don’t have time to blame others for our lot in life, we are too busy surviving. All day, every day.
Maybe society is too sick to survive. Maybe I should find Luis Tully and Dana Barret then head to Central Park West. Convince the Staypuft Marshmallow Man to skip us and stomp out the rich fucks.
That’s far more likely to happen than getting people to pull their heads out of their asses long enough to breathe, much less consider the failings of their actions and beliefs. But hey, a boy can dream. Can’t he? I mean we are still allowed to dream. Aren’t we? They didn’t take that away while we were distracted by surviving the Holiday That Didn’t Really Happen, did they? They would do something like that.
We the F%#n' People 