It Bothers Me

Thinking I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. Can I be certain I am clever? I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. I am clever.

When I stop thinking I know.

Then it bothers me to realize how the geniuses are dominated by so many buffoons. How can they be geniuses? How can I be certain? I am not even clever.

The geniuses are geniuses at one thing: they are good at making it seem that that one thing is all that matters. They do it with imagination, the pattern for the invisible internet believed to be real liable. Everyone is connected to something in that strange place, on that cloud, it appears so anyway. Always and forever what show you are watching is the only show that matters and everybody who knows you is there. Nothing else matters. The crooks are in charge of all the real stuff and all the geniuses work for them and are paid royalties which amount to only a pittance of the real cash flow.

Do you know how much dough the governments collect on selling lottery tickets for every dime they pay out to the very few big winners? The same government you have sworn to uphold with your lives and the lives of your loved ones? Ripping off the poor is a sorry way to go.

Thinking I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. Can I be certain I am clever? I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. I am clever.

When I stop thinking I know.