Who Gives A Fuck?

I have had my heart torn a few times among other things. Opening it and sharing it doesn’t seem to help. I am growing tired of being a well healed scar we parade in front of students, staff and sight seekers. I’m no more healthy than anyone else going to hell in a hand basket. I shower about every four days and brush my teeth as often.

I used to get a kick out of speaking to students but I’m not sure they listen either. If I was saying anything important I would actually have followers on my blog. No? I ended up on a stranger’s blog the other day and they had some kind of Haiku poem with hundreds of visitors, thirty likes and twice as many shares. I couldn’t pull a Haiku from my ass if I swallowed a bushel but if I knew it was that easy I could have saved a hell of a lot of paper and ink.

Wind
Rock
Tree……………..Clap, Clap, Clap, who gives a fuck?

I never set out to accomplish anything so I’m not too disappointed that I haven’t. “Oh, but Brett, just think of all the people you have touched.” Clap, Clap, Clap…who gives a fuck? My brothers and sisters are still suffering in solitary confinement. The homeless are still hovering over street grates and children go to school without a fucking meal. We let the mentally ill and addicted live in shitholes and jails. Worst of all Stephen Harper is still trying to be Prime Minister. The goose bumps I get from a standing ovation have turned to rage so it is time to leave the podium.

I know I have insulted more than a few people with my words which is presently a bright spot. I hope I made you think. Asshole 🙂

To my friends I would ask that you just leave me be. Some of you have been close and I cherish that but I don’t need it presently. My God took me to a quiet spot called solitary confinement. His companionship is easier and enough. I am often alone but I am never empty. I usually have a few conversations going on in my head and if you were hiding in my house you would wonder who I was laughing with. I have been given a cursed gift but I don’t expect you to understand its value or importance.

I don’t have any plans but I will be ignoring most of my electronics. This will make my dog happy and oblige me to make a donation to Goodwill for a book. Win, win. You can ring my doorbell but if we speak it will be through a door. Let’s just pretend it is Christmas and we are each spending private time with family.

I will be posting my book to my blog as soon as I figure out how. I already paid dearly for it so why should you. Possibly you will understand me somewhat more and maybe I will receive the apologies I am owed.

Good luck and God Bless

Love Brett

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