Living It Part Two

One more eeked out continuum of instant relief and with the derelict slopes make of life these challenging boots lest we fall to the phantoms of defeat But for me this standardized standard of living and for the hungry they watch hope in its inexorable starving so by my own meager comfort am I brought to infamy judged by the curse of luxury’s own debauchery I guess we have to fight by tooth and nail and follicle to batter injustice to the floor only then to suffer the iniquity of pampered ridicule I guess we should all be proud to scratch and claw and clamber one upon one and over the other this chance we have to make something better and still never try to do it together I guess this is it, living it simpering, mewling rat race that it is better that than the meat and blood bones of the trash So we reach for the boulders at the mountains feet and count out time by our own ragged breath and there in the distance the scornful height rests one last attempt at life and conquer death