les misanthrope

'some people got way too much confidence, baby...
...baby' -- bono

Hope slips and sways as she sashays away, leaving the darkness to rise and choke me with thick black waves of nausea. I find myself, reflecting on a reflection of humanity: Opposite she sits, bulging out of her trouser suit, fat hanging around her collar and drooping from her chins. Her small beady eyes dart around the carriage, her snout of a nose is fixed upturned, and her trotters lay guarded on her purse. I watch as more rats pour into the race; sweaty, grubby little people pushing and pawing their way on. And what am I to do? And what am I to say? The lowest of the lay, knelt down and yet unbroken. I squander my soul as I dispose my disposables and consume my consumerables. I find meaning, I find truth, and I try to look elsewhere.