By Louis DiVirgilio
I am leaving behind the rest of my kind, and removing myself from the race. I am washing clean society’s scene, and rinsing my mouth of bad taste.
I am withdrawing from muzzled mouths, machine-gunning blank words with each round; from the printed accounts of gruesome, terrible crime; from the noise and the dirt and the slum and the grime. I am leaving this ocean of bullshit, far, far behind.
As the earth spins in orbital glide, the sun shades its back and lights its front side. Untold lives end with the night. Untold lives begin with the light. Life seems to float on a pool of extremes; floating from best to worst or worst to best, with occasional leveling.
I’ll not be swayed. I am determined to leave, and once I am gone there’ll be no weeping on my shirt sleeve. Withdrawing from an economic mutation; free enterprise, capitalism, and press-chasing power; from increase the imports, tariff the davenports, duty-free whisky quarts; from inflate the dollar, deflate its value; tax all the income, who is the victim? From grow with the country, consume a T.V.; use a lawyer regularly to gain a 3% increase in G.N.P.; from inflation, taxation and money orientation. I am taking leave of it all, and I’ll burn my credit card as a symbol of withdrawal.
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