It Shouldn't Be You.
That Makes Everyone
As Mad As A Hornet,
Including You!
You're Gonna Hurt Yourself,
Being Mad!!! And...
That Makes More BEES!!!
B FAIR BFAIR BBBBFAIRER!!!
Every Time, "Kinda'"...
It's A No Win Condition.
It's Not Supposed To Be Fair
That’s Expected... By All Your Thoughts...
Can You Hear Them? Is It Fair?
Unexpected Is Even Better, Every Time.
That's Why We're Not In Charge!
Tuh-Duhhhhhh....
You Know... Whatever's Fair...
-Gray Squirrel
07-04-2026
Convince them of necessity. Then councel
Of an immediacy.? Step it up to an emergency.' And keep it fast paced-volitile
With some pathos see.! Appeal to good intent..And hype the alarm, then offer the
Solution to every arm.? Throw out the cash
Raise the debt, get some princes to press
Knuckles yes! Get that photo op set.' Push
Out the quacks, oh the doctors i mean.?create some rules..Get real obscene, get
Old dolly parton to sing along, and many
Celebs will join the throng, its all about egos in the world you see.? And paying and
Paying..Well who ( the hell) values whats whats free.?
NOBEL, I DONT CARE
TRUMP NOW SAYING WITH A GLARE
WITH BOMBASTIC FLAIR
You Don’t Care
About My Feelings.
You Care About What
A NORMAL Person's
Feelings SHOULD Be...
In What You Imagine
You Know Are The
Absolute Circumstances
A Person Would NORMALLY
Face, From The Evidence
You're Aware Of, Sort Of
Biased By The Strength
Parameters A NORMAL
Person Would Have,
But NOT Necessarily
Your Own Weaknesses
Which You Know Are
Unique To You.
And Personal Factors
And Biases, And Weakened
Judgement Impressed By
Trauma, And Choices Made
By Those You Idolize, And
So Many Sub-Routine
Details I Am Neglecting
And/Or Are Unaware Of.
But You Don’t Care
About MY Feelings.
-Gray Squirrel
10-03-2025
Hard story..Hard to Beleive? airline pilot Mark Harris does
Reveal.' Opening his memory 2008 till now.' On murder kidnapping 'child abuse' and coersion by medical dr's on
His health situation.? This is all just wow..' Reports to police
Never being pursued.' How is this event not headline news.? Its
Been screened on 'redacted Clayton Morris as the host'
Why not tune in.? Or search for their pod-cast.. Maybe
Check this all all out.. if you might have doubt.?
On the truth of my post.'
Insurance took my therapy away
Can't cross a busy street without help
Have severe post-traumatic stress
All I can do right now is write
Struggle to sleep at night
I feel so lonely
No one to trust
Low income
People
Starve
Her poetic mind is uncannily artistic,
She can make a long grocery list
Sound like an art of Shakespeare
and still forget the humble Pear!
With her talent she writes poems
She can express the emotions
We didn’t even know we had …
Like crying over a sock losing its pair.
Her goals are so lofty
Even the moon gets FOMO
When you talk about them...
I finally came to know how she
Writes the prize winning poems
With profound artistic acumen,
She probably interviews her pen
Before letting it touch the paper!
Keep on writing my beloved poet
Sure, one day you will be the greatest !
If I get up late in the morning, who cares
Even if skip my breakfast at times, who cares.
If I were a completely weird combination, who cares.
Even if I bang my vehicle and damage its head lights, who cares.
If I am at my workplace for 15 hours in a day, who cares.
Even if a not satisfied with the nature of my work, who cares
If I hardly get time for my self in the entire day, who cares.
Even if I sleep just for fives hours in a day, who cares.
But the fact is my friend someone really cares.
Because you are always in their heart and prayers.
Voices fall like rain,
"I'm tired," I say, unheard still—
Who cares? Silence reigns.
I f***ing hate this life,
I can't do this,
You leave me in the dark,
I hate the unknown.
I want to kill myself,
End this f***ing torment,
You wouldn't even care,
You'd be fine without me.
I mean absolutely nothing to you,
You show that with your actions,
If I disappeared, you wouldn't notice.
What's the f***ing point.
Take my breath,
Shed my blood,
Cut out my heart and watch it stop,
Take it, lifeless and toss it in the trash,
Who f***ing cares.
I sure don't,
I would be released from this feeling,
This feeling I f***ing hate,
Dread, dark, and evil,
Take my soul and burn it.
I gave it to you, so do with it what you please.
Pour the gas on, light it up.
Flush it down the toilet,
Cut it into pieces,
Crush it with a hammer,
Who. F***ing. Cares. No one.
I wouldn't be missed,
Just a memory of few,
Soon to be forgotten.
No purpose. You took that.
No reason, you took that too,
No f***ing worth, just a mistake.
Might as well just end it all.
Move on to the next stage.
Heaven? Hell? Who f***ing cares.
Already living in hell.
I don't want to feel anymore.
If this is all I have.
F*** it all. F***. It. All.
Goodbye.
Your tepid favour not really warming to the thought.
There's no alchemy with which to distil a retort.
Comfort is a stretch, lack the agility to contort.
Best I seem to manage is a tireless distraught.
I'm lonely, saves me being an affliction.
My discomfort puts others in an awkward position.
How timely, seemed an effortless decision.
Left me having trouble remedying this condition.
This bitter flavour, sick having to savour such rancid after-taste.
Try to draw conclusions from the mess I have retraced.
Pointless seeking why it's this position I've been placed.
Now all I'll be to you a gap in memory, erased.
Because of his advanced age
the mass was accelerated
with a couple of hours
Midnight could wear a wet look dress
- soft sprinkling from above
Who Cares?
Who cares…
When loved ones with dementia go missing and resources caregivers lack
When the poor are given a handout, not a helping hand to get on track
When lying scammers and telemarketers, seniors cannot hold back
And one bad decision results in suicide or homicide following a hack?
Who cares of what could’ve been,
When all along you never knew
You always had it deep within,
Deep inside, of you….
I think to myself who cares?
And I know the answer
Me
I might not even ever meet these people
But I cannot help myself
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