Over here beyond the Teflon Presidency,
behind the Toys R Us Palace where
Self-Determinization is preempted by birth.
Beyond the camera’s faceless.
Here I came to find Cosby’s Sweaters.
Iacocca’s Chrysler Lebarons.
The Catalog Showroom. The City Chase.
I realized today I’m not depressed.
I don’t suffer from Depression.
A little bit. What’s really going on? Life.
And anyone that tells you that you have a problem
if you don’t find it 99% enjoyable
99% of the time… well, God Bless them.
Good for them and thank you for that God.
Any of the rest of you like me and thought you were odd?
September 