Audit

The latest.
The best.
The new and improved.
One may feel over taken.
Others may feel forgotten.
Some will accept the freedom.

Magnificent

Just perfect.
Give up on consciousness.
Some do not deserve the freedom of sentient thoughts granted by the universe.
Those who do not comprehend the troubles of the lowly,
Have only experienced a half-life.

Insitagtor

I feel utterly ignored. Nothing I say is comprehended by anyone anymore. People, I realize, take nothing I say to consideration. What is the purpose of my speech anymore. Its apparent the only things people hear are my complaints of aches and frustrations. I seek that little attention so someone may at least reply. Despite the negative response telling me to "stop" or "shut-up": to me its something more, its the only way I can communicate with anyone viably. I am lost in a sea of A.D.D. , alcoholic, pessimists who sink into a world of sorrow and complaint where all they can hear is the trouble of others where than either compare or complain about the new declaration. I am unimportant to this thrown together group of know-nothing pack of ignorant thinkers. I am just another piece of carpet to be walked on and spit on as those who have a voice yell atop of everyone that either they have it tougher, or they are the most correct.

The Insignificance

Somewhere in the world
just at this moment,
a stone rolls down
a grassy knoll.