Why Things Are Just OK with Me
At the moment, my income exceeds my needs.
Social Security plus the wages of a menial job
allow me to eat, drive, drink, and sleep,
dry and warm. At any moment, I could lose
the job and, given Republican tendencies,
lose some, if not all, of my SS income.
With such demeaning precarity, I can't read
anything more than a thousand words
and my ability to write diminishes daily.
So, I'm doing OK, but just can't trust tomorrow.
Social Security plus the wages of a menial job
allow me to eat, drive, drink, and sleep,
dry and warm. At any moment, I could lose
the job and, given Republican tendencies,
lose some, if not all, of my SS income.
With such demeaning precarity, I can't read
anything more than a thousand words
and my ability to write diminishes daily.
So, I'm doing OK, but just can't trust tomorrow.
I'm sitting in the same boat and feel your pain. It will get better.
If those greedy, bigoted, stupid hemorrhoids succeed in diminishing OUR SS benefits then the revolution FDR worried about, WILL come about. At least there'll plenty of pretty fireworks for the kiddies.
Thank you,Paul.
Thank you, Matt.
A lot of distress everywhere. Sad. Well said.
Straight to the point. When basic needs are an issue, art suffers. *
Yeah. *
Thank you, Erika.
Thank you, Angela.
Thank you, Beate.
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Thank you, Jerry.
Amen, brother! *
Thank you, Tim.
There are so many of us in this boat, Gary. Stay tough.*
Thank you, Brenda.
As a person grows up and become aware of the nature of humanity they may realize no one is motivated to take care of them except themselves. History seems to uphold this reality. As for most of us, we have never learned this fact and suffer for it. You have my sympathy as does anyone in this boat on the Styx.
I read my comment , and do I suck! we are bamboozled by a world which is mainly organized against us for the long term. I'm thinking about that deal you buy to get buried in the woods. Here where I live you can be part of a thousand year old tree; until of course a logger gets you.
Thank you, Larry.
I just said "fuck it all" and became a hermit.
Thank you, Kitty.
Very effective. The not-reading-more-than-a-thousand-words part is particularly illustrative, to me.
Thank you, Dianne.
*, Gary. Perfect closing line.
Speaks for so many-most all.
Thank you, Gary
Thank you, Phillis.
Thank you, David.
I hear you brother.
Thank you, Steve.
That pretty much sums it up: just can't trust tomorrow. None of us should *
Thank you, Foster.
"can't trust tomorrow"
True, true, but don't succumb to mistrusting it.
Hang in there, my friend.
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