elephant

If only I knew or understood. The figure was real they were wandering in the darkness sleeping by day. The neighbour was not to be trusted they had to do what they had to do. It was a matter of survival. The figure had to live somewhere, they were verbally transported to the underworld and they were to build. A bikie gang making amphetamines somewhere ready to poison children in order to survive. A job at a supermarket was too much to bare they needed real money real weapons enough to be entrepreneurs. What about the real person surely they could survive on a wage? Never, not in this day and age a wage wouldn't pay your rent you have to sell yourself sell your altruism sell your love to the thrill taker. Even when a wage was survivable why did they peddle their wares then? Because you can never have enough and there is always a good excuse ready to make a packet of money, "I just had to do it". My neighbour wanted a high they wanted to pay less for goods with no warranty you never know when you need an electric toothbrush made from pure gold. Why you swimming in shit then Mr Versace lover? Nobody had any answers besides the usual ones, the real problem was nobody was asking the good questions. Its the suburbs where they sleep selling ice, they are driving their kids to school they are right under your nose the darkness is there right in the mall its the elephant in the room a ten foot giant ready to step on you.


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