Tuesday, July 7, 2009
I somehow missed out on being a victim.
The part was already taken when I came along.
Not only that, I was to be victimized if I even dared claim victimship.
Seemed you needed a pass, a pedigree, a permit or licence.
Only certain victims could be victims.
The best was being a state victim.
Though trait victims didn't do too shabby either.
Maybe you could be survivor, the victimizer victim said.
But survivor doesn't come with reward or revenge, I said.
Shut up and take your place.
Back of the line. Get a number.
Not that I wanted things to be fair.
They only lie when they're talking.
Looking for justice in a court room
Is like looking for love in a brothel.
You weren't born with a private army.
You're somewhere in between
On the short end of the stick.
Average or medium without much spirit.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can't change, everything.
The courage to change the things I can, nothing
And the wisdom to know the difference
Between everything and nothing.
We go to movies.
We drink coffee
The only thing that gives me hope
Is that the anthropologists record some evolution
Have you taken your testosterone shot.
You get them with the flu vaccine
Along with the viagra.
In the movie the good guys were the bad guys
And the bad guys were the good guys
And you felt sorry for everyone
Because no one had a monopoly on being a victim.
Everything was nothing and nothing was everything.