self-pity manifesto
Jul. 13th, 2006 12:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vriad_leewant to be old and gay, bursting into tears in the lap of any of many young friends, crackheads, immuno compromised, broken cheerful whores, who will softly stroke my balding head and whisper sweet, trivial words of compassion to me when i am sad. get a crush on a sixteen y.o. fickle dancing leech, my friends will forgive this shameful obsession and his monstrous abuse of me, because they know my heart and how good it is, and there's no such thing these people won't forgive, versed in the ways of sorrow as they are. overdoses, breakdowns, cut wrists will replace this view of poplars and preening canaries.
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Date: 2006-07-13 05:04 pm (UTC)to be old and have people love and forgive you, let you cry on their shoulder and stroke your bald head with compassion, while softly whispering words of comfort and adoration for you... that is happier story than most old people experience. It sounded like a wish for happiness and companionship in your golden years.
The last line was dark, but it is more of a prediction than what has actually happened. You are forseeing, maybe even expecting the worst. I don't think this will come to be.
The first part of it was too happy and fanciful to make me sad when I read the last sentence.
It made me smile.
So there.
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Date: 2006-07-13 05:37 pm (UTC)Common People
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,
she studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College,
that's where I,
caught her eye.
She told me that her Dad was loaded,
I said "In that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola."
She said "Fine."
and in thirty seconds time she said,
"I want to live like common people,
I want to do whatever common people do,
I want to sleep with common people,
I want to sleep with common people,
like you."
Well what else could I do -
I said "I'll see what I can do."
I took her to a supermarket,
I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere,
so it started there.
I said pretend you've got no money,
she just laughed and said,
"Oh you're so funny."
I said "yeah?
Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here.
Are you sure you want to live like common people,
you want to see whatever common people see,
you want to sleep with common people,
you want to sleep with common people,
like me."
But she didn't understand,
she just smiled and held my hand.
Rent a flat above a shop,
cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool,
pretend you never went to school.
But still you'll never get it right,
cos when you're laid in bed at night,
watching roaches climb the wall,
if you call your Dad he could stop it all.
You'll never live like common people,
you'll never do what common people do,
you'll never fail like common people,
you'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw,
because there's nothing else to do.
Sing along with the common people,
sing along and it might just get you through,
laugh along with the common people,
laugh along even though they're laughing at you,
and the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.
I want to live with common people,
I want to live with common people etc...
except the people in my poem are much unhappier than just 'common people'
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Date: 2006-07-13 06:38 pm (UTC):(
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Date: 2006-07-14 11:27 am (UTC)i like it when you chat with me.
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Date: 2006-07-13 05:19 pm (UTC)one bucket for shit, one bucket for piss, and one for vomit.
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