Imposter Syndrome
And other scribblings.
IMPOSTER SYNDROME
I’m a hack
At some point they’ll see it
Some already do.
I can hear the whispers.
The rest will soon follow.
Then it’s all done
This, performance
I’ll be remembered as a fool
If I’m remembered at all
The headset-clad production assistant enters
Armed with her clipboard
“They’re ready for you on stage, Mr. President”
Sigh
It’s timeGODDAMMIT
You uppity fucking
Educated mouth running
Moron with a college degree
Do not take away heaven from poor people
It’s all some of them got
And here you come with your
History, science and education
Thinking you know better than
What their own mother taught them
Just because you can afford to buy HBO
And ain’t never ate at a Dairy Queen before
Doesn’t mean you know shit about shit
You fuckwad
Who gives a fuck if heaven ain’t real?
You ain’t real.
You’re an avatar of everyone you’ve ever read
You’re a You you’ve created in your own head
You don’t know whether heaven ain’t
or if Heaven is
You erudite ignorant prick
Because the only books you’ve read
Have confirmation bias
Written by writers
Who need proof from things
they see with their face
Not taken by faith.
I mean, they
sure like to spin it that way,
But…
Einstein’s theory
of special relativity
was created By a mind
that paired space with time
In a trans-dimensional, supra-physical way
It all came to him like a flash in his brain.
Old Albert’s the Saul of Tarsus of Physics!
Thanks to him, now
We’ll pollute Mars with cannabis
and talking monkeys
and call it progress
I’m just kidding.
Mars is just another human delusion
We’re Gonna save the species by seeding other planets?
What, like a fucking space ark?
Fuck outta here with this religion called “science”
There is no room to judge them.
None of it matters, you moron.
Let the poor folk keep heaven.
Goddammit.
It’s all they fucking got.STEAMED BOOMER
Quit your bitchfest, Hoss.
We cook raw meat to kill worm eggs.
No such thing as too well done
down here at the Sizzler.THE BLACKOUTS
You don't get the blackouts back.
Those times are gone.
Every once in a while,
a memory will jog.
Only ever of a broken promise
Or an unfulfilled dream
Or a fight
Never the good times.
Never.
Do you even want the blackouts back?