I have more empathy for the homeless man
who can’t stand rules
and doesn’t want charity.
I have more kindness for the three-legged dog
who is unloved
I don’t like people who trade their lives for jobs
who develop a workplace humor
that makes them feel like they are important, and enjoying themselves.
I don’t like people who memorize arbitrary rules
and enforce them
and think themselves to be “clever” because of their knowledge.
I would rather talk to a man who is totally honest
rather than a charming charlatan.
If you study people, you start to see their unhappy lives
that they haven’t sorted out
they keep shuffling their deck
and it’s never an honest hand.
They aren’t getting away with anything
When they play by the rules of their job
all they get is fake money, and lost time
Maybe, they were the Director of Park Place, but now, someone else owns it.
I laugh at what they think they own
They are slaves, and they don’t know it
They are terrified to know the futility of their existence
They are so arrogant, they don’t know, what they don’t know
In the end,
most of them won’t admit, they were wrong
they will cling to their status
as past professionals.
I have noticed something…
On the streets, the very crazy, are left alone, unbothered—people keep their distance
And in the professional world, at the very top, I have noticed the same
Some may cling to religion, without any sincere beliefs
and some may hold to a philosophy
to justify how they live
They’re all lost—not one genuine emotion—not one genuine thought
Of course, this is only my perspective
but I believe I’m right
and that is the luxury of thinking…
You can make-up your own mind
and then, nothing else matters.