Living.
Breathing.
Stealing.
Killing.
Beating.
Losing.
Drinking.
Fucking.
Hating.
Hating,
hating,
hating.
Hating through smiles,
through tears.
Hating through kisses, and hugs.
Hating through sex, music, and poetry.
Hating through fire,
through water,
through clothing,
through dancing,
through the cars They drive,
and the houses They call home.
Hating through the food They eat,
the women They sleep with,
and even the wine They drink!
Beer,
wine,
whiskey,
voldka,
rum?
Cigarettes, or cigars?
A whore on main street,
or a whore on 39th street?
Hardcover, or paperback?
Seems like lately,
people choose not for their own self satisfaction,
or even the satisfaction of others,
but because They are so full of hate,
They must be the best,
the strongest,
the tallest,
the fastest,
the smartest,
the richest.
They must be better then the man drinking budweiser,
smoking cheap cigarettes,
and sleeping with the 20 dollar whore.
They buy expensive beer and ciggarettes,
but it isn't enough,
neither is voldka,
or even a thousand dollar bottle of wine
isn't anywhere close, to good enough.
Because They hunt happiness,
with hatered, as their bloodhound.
The real difference
between people,
is this. There are those that go through life
hunting and chasing happiness,
and there are those that just
accept the fact that they will never
find it.
This is the reason why you spend 500 dollars
for a whore on main street.
and I spend 50, for the one on 39th.
