Michael A. McGuire

More Stuff to Complain About

Please don\'t ask me how I feel; to
expose my emotions would seem so unreal.

Just what is it that you want to hear?
A pre-conceived display of sensationalistic 
dribble...that could be your own...if you 
would only cast out your fears?

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Understanding, however hard I try, I
cannot fathom that your loving was a
lie!

Within your breast, you stilled my
breath, all the while waltzing me toward
a certain death!

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Knowledge is Power yet Power is self
destruction if not kept in check 
...ego that is.

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Life is one giant guilt trip laid on you
at birth!

Forced to succumb to self-doubt in order
to exist in a fearful World!

A power struggle waged for your soul, by
those who don\'t wish to possess; merely
use and discard after serving their
purpose!

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When I\'m wrinkled beyond my years, and
Life\'s sober lessons have brought me to
tears; I\'ll yell, \"Bartender! One more
round of drinks to honor my friend
Death, here! 

And for me, a bottle of your finest Beer!\"

Later Daze!  Good-Bye! C\'est La Vie! Sayonara!

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It doesn\'t matter how we are treated in
Life!

No one respects themselves or others
anyhow!

We detach from ourselves and we detach
from those around us.  

It\'s the only way we can face the mirror, 
without shattering the reflection, at the end 
of the day!

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We must fill each moment of Time! We
must stuff it, overfill it...till it
chokes and digests our Want with it\'s
Power and moves on!

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Time is a test to see if we have the
patience to get through existence
\"alive\" and intact!

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The Fool cried, \"Why me?\"

To which the Wise Man replied, \"Why
not?\"

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I once had a nightmare that my Life held
no meaning...that all my hard work,
laughter, tears and pain was futile 
because I had not been Saved!

I awoke screaming...Death swept over
me...then Satan seized my Soul
proclaiming...job well done my son...
job well done!

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I have slipped into an existing state
and it scares me! Entering and leaving
each day without having accomplished a
thing.

Those who study human behavior call it
a job or (work), and insist it is the
very (life-force) that gives a person
their true identity!

Myself, I call it a lie; like every word
uttered during the day in order to keep
that very existence, we abhor; intact
and revered!

It\'s like eating an abundant 4th of July
BBQ, then wiping your face clean with
the American Flag!

The Government has you by the balls...
they own everything! 

Not much has slipped through their grasp 
except maybe land they give away to some poor, 
disabled Vet after many years of nuclear testing 
on site!

You will love it here at night; the moon
glows bright green...and so will you!

It seems absurd that a person\'s self worth
lies solely in what job they do
and the salary it demands. There is no
happiness for the worker climbing the
\"ladder\", because all jobs making a high
salary are overseen by managers who make
an even higher salary, and who hate
existence even more than you do.

Yet it seems the higher your position,
the less acceptable your complaints and
human errors! That\'s what they pay you
the big bucks for: to eat, sleep and
live the corporate philosophy - whatever
outrageous pseudo-intellectual creed
they come up with at the time - you must
(be) a totally committed company man -
which will in the long run, probably get
you committed to another fine
establishment - the mental institute!

I think psychiatrists and corporations
get together to promote their
partnership with glory!

The corporation drives the worker
insane, which sends him to the
psychiatrist, who in turn, gives him
another differing reality from that of
the corporation, then sends him back
again to the company, who sends him back
to the psychiatrist...and so on and so
on, till the patient/employee has no
recollection of his past/present/future!

All this is done by the patient/employee
willingly, whether he\'ll admit to it or
not, because he never questioned or
rejected the actions of those who
forcibly shaped his reality!

And you feared Big Brother! Better fear
your uncertainty and lean toward
believing in something, however absurd
it may appear to those around you
...before it\'s too late!

It\'s what keeps us from burning out in
Life - that belief! It doesn\'t matter
\"what\" that belief is: insects,
religion, sports, plant-life, elephants
- it just doesn\'t matter!

It you don\'t believe or trust in
something - you are merely existing and
seeking some end.  Waiting to move on to
the next World - which is where I feel
I am right now, I\'m sad to say!

He, who was once so full of joy and
Life, I was slapped by every existor and
his sister for blinding them with
blasphemous hope!

He who kept getting up time after time
when the System knocked me on my ass.


When everyone kept pleading for me to
stay down, stay down! I kept crawling
to my feet to challenge their Power with
my miserable Pride!

Who did I think I was, believing I could
win?

No one wins in the end - yet this is the
truth they try to keep you from learning!

I don\'t see why!  If more people learned
that in the end, nothing you do matters
anyhow; the System would be dissolved
from lack of work - the humans would
stop caring or trying altogether right
from the start and slip in to the Void!

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I abandon my thoughts to trivial matters
such as politics, television, and sex;
all I am, I am afraid to confess!

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It\'s unacceptable to be who you are;
necessary to be what they wish!
Lest you forsake your Soul to become the
main dish!

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Religion has become a form of insurance;
we worship or hold holy thoughts in
order to cleanse our true, demonic
thoughts about Life and who we are!

If we pray harder, maybe we won\'t have
to be here much longer; maybe get to
leave while there\'s still a world to
depart!

Not dissolve as one mass in the Final
Good-bye!

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We are so afraid of the past, present
and future, it\'s a mystery why we go on
living at all...except to see what\'s going 
to happen to us next!

We are so interested in what goes on all
around us but all too often forsake what
goes on inside!  And die questioning
everything altogether!

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Forgive me of my sins; nobody wins! We
act and fall, besieged by all; following
some script never seen yet accepted as
truth; such as believing in Santa Claus
as a wide-eyed youth!

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We take Life so seriously, we age
ourselves immaturely with our constant
fear!

No faith whatsoever.  We hope...only after
killing ourselves with thoughtless
justification!

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So sorry! Guess I got in the way!
Thought too much and ruined everyone\'s
day!

Should have kept mouth shut and rolled
like a dumb animal in the hay! Only the
most profound lie gets the final say!

Last Words

Forgive me!
I\'m sorry!
I\'m scared!
Take me Home!
Good-Bye!