I see you...

A birthday gift
to all who have failed to grow up,
to all who think that friendship is a negotiable currency,
to all who think they can be whoever without concern for anyone else,
to all the fakes who smile at you while lying to themselves,
to all who say that they love you, without even really knowing you,
to all who think that appearances are what counts,
to all who never worked harder than they needed to,
to all who submit to bullshit instead of railing against the fools,
to all who stand by and watch while the psychopaths they elect destroy the world built by better people than we ,
to all who discard without a thought for where the trash ends up,
to all who consume because they know no better,
to all the hollow characters that haunt others lives hoping for meaning,
to all the followers of celebrity,
to all who believe the justifications of the fearfully violent,
to all who never awaken from the pipe dream of riches,
to all who destroy youth to save the children,
to all the scum in expensive suits,
to all who turn a blind eye to starving children outside the restaurant window...
my birthday wish for you is that you disappear and no one remember
your passing.

Pfffffft.

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