I wish I had a grateful heart
A present mind
A more docile brain
Duller
I wish I was kinder
But I feed on cold vitriol,
The rage at the injustice
Pounding like a sledgehammer is one of my parents’ mantras
”Life isn’t fair”
Well fuck that
Fairness slunk away on wretched worn tiptoes long ago, with a chuckle or a whimper - who can tell?
”Life isn’t fair”
Tell me how the scales of justice tip
Toppling like a crane
Into the fat cash register mouth
She always gets what she wants
Never what she needs