an epiphany in a tear

sitting there in the chair
watching as the words fly out
hitting the air like anvils on the sun
hitting me like a box of rain
an epiphany
a ray of truth
understanding...

the worse off we are
the more we hate
the more we find to hate
have to hate
to stop hating
ourselves

after all it has to be someone else’s fault
the job is gone
the power,
the phone,
were cut off
one after the other
until the rent goes too unpaid for the landlord’s liking
it’s the fucking taxes
the fags and their marriage
fuck they shouldn’t get benefits, leaching off the system
welfare bums
terrorists
fucking people getting sick
seeing doctors
taking the taxes
my taxes.

seems the worse off we are
the more we hate,
the more we find to hate
the worse off we are
and on and on it goes
until we can find someone else to blame

-2004