This was written by Grayson Queen in December of 2012, and published in novellette format to his book, Orange Buffalo. You may remember it from there. He was an artist, a writer, a blogger, a geek, a diabetic, a depression-sufferer, my husband, and billions of other things. His was born David Martinez, and in May of 2015, he died from natural causes– specific reasons still unknown. If you were one of his dedicated readers, please know I’m finding a safe space for each of his precious words, and please keep your eye out for news on my re-publishing and sorting of his works into printed form.
Thank you for your continued readership.
If I could come up with a solution,
would I bother ( ? … )
to be heard over the blare of mp3 players and bass-booming cars
is a challenge I don’t care to—overcome–
with the responsibility to fight–for(e)–somethings are better left to the unbiased altruistic.
I’m no monk and neither are you.
Though I thought myself,
as you see yourself:
have little right to choose to help or hinder the world—as seen on TV–-
in our biased eyes, beliefs bleed with corruptions developed by other(‘)s—dreams–feed a black and white world view.
We see the things we want and if we don’t get them,
“To hell with the world. Might as well rape and pillage since I can’t have a 62′ TV.”
Am I right?
Except/Accept no sarcasm—I do–
–rape and pillage–
–and you shouldn’t–
-care about the money everyone wants. There is only so much up for grabs.
I have a bit of it since the turn of events called life has been…