You Despicable People

I can see the old woman struggling to stay on her feet, yet you, in your comfy chairs, are all oblivious. It comes to something when the only person who gets up to give her a seat is a bloody cripple.

You should all be ashamed of yourselves.

Oh, and thanks to the woman who insisted I take her seat this morning.

The Masses.

all the bitter, miserable, lonely people feeling short-changed,
feeling betrayed by the forces, they blame life, they blame
circumstances, they blame others while actually
they
are totally unappetizing, dutifully unoriginal, they are
cowardly and placid, sunk in self-pity, having done
nothing right, they still feel wronged, swarming the earth with
their grievances, their hatreds -
dead-eyed in the center of nowhere, these millions of human
errors, going day to day and night to night through
their castrated motions,
it hurts the very earth, it hurts everything,
this waste
the horror of all this
waste.

Get off the tube cattle.