A dream life

I wish the world worked through the social-political means of a meritocracy. If it were so, perhaps a few people would have more, and a lot more people, less. We would all, in winter, eat the fruits we had reaped from our efforts in the summer, so to speak, and for that, we would all be the wiser and happier.

But we live in unconventional times, where work does not always get rewarded, and rewards may come to those who do so little work, and though millions, everyday, suffer for no aims or reason, we are sold the ruse of happiness, and global economic success. Or so I do believe.

I'm an angry individual, at times, and supposedly a little melancholic. I think too much, and through logically substantial arguments, conviction, and sometimes just a little coercion (for these are the tools of rhetoric) can often make people see as I do- if the 'truth' I see causes upset to others, as sometimes it may, than the lie that existed before is surely happiness. This transcends class, creed, colour, just as happiness and equality should, but does not.

The rich, white, middle class

take their pharmaceutical drugs;

they're unhappy to buy into-

the others take their own drugs;

cannabis, ecstasy.

Microwaves. Radio waves-

polluted air, polluted sea,

polluted food.

Flavour enhancers,

colour enhancers-

society has mass produced

unhappiness

and it's because we're all

fucked.

A dog may be content

to bark,

but it is just a barking dog-

hope is a ruse

when the only truth

is that there is no

equanimity.

And for better or worse,

rich or poor,

white or not,

we all

have reason to complain.