I Wanna Scream

I must have talked to Student Loans,

a hundred times, about getting

my papers, for "Interest Relief."

"Good fucking grief!"

Charlie Brown?

Nothing but a fucking frown, smeared all of over my tear-streaked

face...dealing with the shit, in this place.

The state of affairs? the Customer service?

Fuck! This country's leadership? Worthless!

I'm, literally, having a fit!

Frustrated, with this...ongoing... bullshit!

It's like Sypher says,

"Ground Hog Day."

'Living on repeat', in every-fucking-way!

And no matter who you ask?

Not a fucking soul, with a care, or a couch, or a thing-to-say!

Just lies, sports, food, news, work, diversions: oppression and

depression.

Along with the careful erosion of freedom of expression.

That crafty little bitch! Those political suits (with a monetary itch).

"The Yuppie," "The Rich," or people, in general,

who give zero shits.

Fuck 'em!

Hear me!?

Fuck you!

And your conformity, too!

Lack of free spirit.

People out here, in the streets...doing 'jib,' 'coked up,' out of luck

arms, 'tracked up' not giving a fuck.

Sleeping bagged... under a bridge in the street!

Not being able to eat?

Nah, man!

Don't stop from talking.

You gon' hear me SPEAK!

And others?

Working another 88 hour shift, in what

should be? A 35 hour week!

©I.M … me xo

👁#2020