An Epidemic
An Epidemic
Sick of lies
Sick of war
Sick of poets
Sick of poverty
Sick of prisons
Sick of illness
Sick of violence
Sick of complaining minorities
Sick of society ignoring minorities
Sick of drugs
Sick of working
Sick of watching
Sick of depression
Sick of not learning
Sick of anti-religious "rebels."
Sick of people who can't make up their minds
Sick of atheists with no reason for not caring but laziness
Sick of the hypocrisy of Catholicism. Catholicism is a polytheistic religion hiding behind a monotheistic façade, a powerful performance of profiteering priests and popes. Together they tie and try to tear the tablecloth off that table. Yet the candles and the masses that enjoy mass so much, remain.
Sick of family
Sick of friends
Sick of money
Sick of shrinks
Sick of worrying
Sick of talk show hosts
Sick of the newspapers
Sick of unsupported arguments
Sick of people glued to their computers
Sick of people vulnerable to unsupported arguments
Sick of the television. I watch my favorite Friday night shows wishing I had thought of that. I hate the reporters, the news anchors reinterpreting their own ideas and blending them with reality, with the truth. When I realize just how gullible I am, and that what is going on is not the same as what it is depicted on my TV.
Sick of everyone
Sick of you
Sick of whining
Sick of sports
Sick of being afraid
Sick of powerless people
Sick of people with power
Sick of society not seeing the individuals
Sick of individuals not caring for society
Sick of political powers pretending to produce progress
Sick of caffeine
Sick of rebellion
Sick of medicine
Sick of strangers
Sick of computers
Sick of pretending to be poetic
Sick of pretending to worry when I just don't care
Sick of the belief of nothingness. Unitarians that leave a trail of question marks with every footstep they take. Should there really be a name for people who believe but aren't really sure of what?
Sick of cold
Sick of heat
Sick of grades
Sick of fashion
Sick of seasons
Sick of sick people
Sick of people believing it's not so bad
Sick of faking life to please someone else
Sick of broadening my horizons. What if broaden my horizons so much that I have to see all the crap that goes on outside of this sweet serene suburbia. Crackhead rapists in New York passing time till the next trip
Pscho, Christian children-snatchers in Utah. Muslims in Israel fighting Jews on the Gaza Strip, for the right to sit on some rock they don't even care who is really gonna lose.
Whoa, well tell me, if your so mad at me for bringing the religion bash so far, to this new height, that I am sick of Muslims and Jews that learn to hate before they learn to write. Tell me if this will solve your awful plight. Tuesday tutoring began with a tormented supervisor. She screams high in her voice her eyes more dead than alive, to the dear Muslim child who just wants to pass his basic tests before he's 25. And she said,
"Muslims like you kill Jews, Christian, and Curds"
Inflamed by her boldness, taken back, enraged by her words.
I take the stand now, I tell her some of the things I've heard.
"Good little Christian girls like you blow up abortion clinics, with bombs made of gasoline for cars and fertilizer for sod,"
"Kidnappers, rapists, murderers, lynch gangs, child-abusing priests all in the name of God."
Sick of peace
Sick of music
Sick of school
Sick of waiting
Sick of doctors
Sick of waiting for doctors
Sick of teachers that teach without really teaching
Sick of students ignoring teachers who gave up a better life to teach heaps of unlearned minds. Teachers absorb blank faces and thoughtless questions yet maybe one day something might slip through the maximum-security walls that protect students' brains from accepting any useful knowledge.
Sick of pity
Sick of birth
Sick of death
Sick of pockets
Sick of rejection
Sick of the sacrifice of my soul for others' redemption
Sick of soar scum-sucking students singing slams about how they’re sick of everything. Wake up! What are you sick of? Sick of what? Sick of whining? Sick of all the little things that form clouds of pessimism smoging the color life. I know now what I sick of…I'm sick of...
I'm Sick of me.
Sick of me?
Sick of lies
Sick of war
Sick of poets
Sick of poverty
Sick of prisons
Sick of illness
Sick of violence
Sick of complaining minorities
Sick of society ignoring minorities
Sick of drugs
Sick of working
Sick of watching
Sick of depression
Sick of not learning
Sick of anti-religious "rebels."
Sick of people who can't make up their minds
Sick of atheists with no reason for not caring but laziness
Sick of the hypocrisy of Catholicism. Catholicism is a polytheistic religion hiding behind a monotheistic façade, a powerful performance of profiteering priests and popes. Together they tie and try to tear the tablecloth off that table. Yet the candles and the masses that enjoy mass so much, remain.
Sick of family
Sick of friends
Sick of money
Sick of shrinks
Sick of worrying
Sick of talk show hosts
Sick of the newspapers
Sick of unsupported arguments
Sick of people glued to their computers
Sick of people vulnerable to unsupported arguments
Sick of the television. I watch my favorite Friday night shows wishing I had thought of that. I hate the reporters, the news anchors reinterpreting their own ideas and blending them with reality, with the truth. When I realize just how gullible I am, and that what is going on is not the same as what it is depicted on my TV.
Sick of everyone
Sick of you
Sick of whining
Sick of sports
Sick of being afraid
Sick of powerless people
Sick of people with power
Sick of society not seeing the individuals
Sick of individuals not caring for society
Sick of political powers pretending to produce progress
Sick of caffeine
Sick of rebellion
Sick of medicine
Sick of strangers
Sick of computers
Sick of pretending to be poetic
Sick of pretending to worry when I just don't care
Sick of the belief of nothingness. Unitarians that leave a trail of question marks with every footstep they take. Should there really be a name for people who believe but aren't really sure of what?
Sick of cold
Sick of heat
Sick of grades
Sick of fashion
Sick of seasons
Sick of sick people
Sick of people believing it's not so bad
Sick of faking life to please someone else
Sick of broadening my horizons. What if broaden my horizons so much that I have to see all the crap that goes on outside of this sweet serene suburbia. Crackhead rapists in New York passing time till the next trip
Pscho, Christian children-snatchers in Utah. Muslims in Israel fighting Jews on the Gaza Strip, for the right to sit on some rock they don't even care who is really gonna lose.
Whoa, well tell me, if your so mad at me for bringing the religion bash so far, to this new height, that I am sick of Muslims and Jews that learn to hate before they learn to write. Tell me if this will solve your awful plight. Tuesday tutoring began with a tormented supervisor. She screams high in her voice her eyes more dead than alive, to the dear Muslim child who just wants to pass his basic tests before he's 25. And she said,
"Muslims like you kill Jews, Christian, and Curds"
Inflamed by her boldness, taken back, enraged by her words.
I take the stand now, I tell her some of the things I've heard.
"Good little Christian girls like you blow up abortion clinics, with bombs made of gasoline for cars and fertilizer for sod,"
"Kidnappers, rapists, murderers, lynch gangs, child-abusing priests all in the name of God."
Sick of peace
Sick of music
Sick of school
Sick of waiting
Sick of doctors
Sick of waiting for doctors
Sick of teachers that teach without really teaching
Sick of students ignoring teachers who gave up a better life to teach heaps of unlearned minds. Teachers absorb blank faces and thoughtless questions yet maybe one day something might slip through the maximum-security walls that protect students' brains from accepting any useful knowledge.
Sick of pity
Sick of birth
Sick of death
Sick of pockets
Sick of rejection
Sick of the sacrifice of my soul for others' redemption
Sick of soar scum-sucking students singing slams about how they’re sick of everything. Wake up! What are you sick of? Sick of what? Sick of whining? Sick of all the little things that form clouds of pessimism smoging the color life. I know now what I sick of…I'm sick of...
I'm Sick of me.
Sick of me?
posted by Gary Crane at 6:02 PM
0 comments
