They want to eat at an upscale pizzeria. I keep my distance from places like that. Because I see it for what it really is. A separation of class. That all people are not created as equals. That some deserve better than the rest of us.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
but...but... i'm just a simple man who craves a smattering of charred broccolini on his personal pie!!
ReplyDeletecharred smattering. now you’re talking my language.
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