It's time you wake up. I have slept long dreaming. Yes, you have been sleeping too long most of your life has passed by and you know little of this world, how it works, not like your talk of equality which cannot exist other than as cosmetics the icing on the cake called democracy.
You must wake up now I don't want you to go to your grave a fool who thinks animal rights is a big deal; yet eating beef; these obsessions with rights belong to the well off middle class who can afford to eat expensive no meat food, and too dense to know that if you are poor, you eat cheap burgers
Wake up sentimental dreams, do become a man your age, your mother has died and so has your dog, tears are misplaced in the cold light of truth, so come now you are not a boy, life is not fake, poetry made to make you maudlin and forgiving; I want to die bravely like Saddam Hussein did.
Wake up now do not pretend to be asleep to avoid the final truth which is what you long have know to be true, your mother knew that and on her death bed refused to play the conventional game of tearful farewells they thought she was cold, but she had nothing to regret, she lived life her way, so you can do.
No, no. no for you who read this I want a beautiful death with candlelight on my side, not for me the truth of sobriety, what so wrong with a little show flowers and moist eyes. a mahogany coffin is much classier that one made of cardboard, style, means a lot to me, I was never an emotionally sober man.
