Footnote upon the construction of the masses
some people are young and nothing
else and
some people are old and nothing
else
and some people are in between and
just in between.
and if the flies wore clothes on their
backs
and all the buildings burned in
golden fire,
if heaven shook like a belly
dancer
and all the atom bombs began to
cry,
some people would be young and nothing
else and
some people old and nothing
else,
and the rest would be the same
the rest would be the same.
the few who are different
are eliminated quickly enough
by the police, by their mothers, their
brothers, others; by
themselves.
all that's left is what you
see.
it's
hard.
Footnote upon the construction of masses- Charles Bikowsky
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I look at shoppers as they negotiate car parks, on foot and at the wheel. I despair at the sight, and sound of the motoring/ pedestrian masses.
Or, stand clear afore yea be sent flying.
I must be getting older than I thought.
Or, stand clear afore yea be sent flying.
I must be getting older than I thought.

"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.