“The Wild Outcast”
He gets sore.
He is always uptight.
He goes on and on about politics.
He just really gets kooky.
He is so broken up.
He goes on and on about freedom.
He flips through a newspaper.
He scratches the surface about internal affairs from around the nature.
He goes on and on.
He is bitter, cross, and resentful.
He does not like politicians.
He does not like managers.
He will express disorderly vernacular.
He always devours with shoptalk in his yap.
He does not polish the clean bill.
He will never credit pizazz.
He cools goodwill.
He awards notional backtalk to his wife.
He instructs chill near the success.
He is always blogging and texting.
He believes in nobody.
He only cares about “freedom” in his own estimation.
He complains about fast food he loves.
He mocks every refreshment without charge.
He toasts quicksand with ironic bliss.
He only lends distortion and pronounces sloppy reservation.
He remarks mediums of exchange at the invisible flash.
He invests hearsay about civilization to duck under pickles.
He says more to himself and almost nothing to his friends.
He makes wishing wells from slow idling.
He will give too much excuse about basic groceries.
He “writes” down a shopping list I cannot read.
He only reads while increasing lack of attention.
He cannot remember what he was eating last week.
He has trouble feeding his dog.
He freezes introduction.
He crosses his fingers during every turn.
He feels no regret to pain.
He gulps soda and cups energy without any awareness.
He does not pull the cream into his drink on time.
He looks hairy and ugly.
He needs to get off his back.
He is afraid of criminals and just believes that fellowship is a myth.
He strikes fire with the wrong cheese.
He boils his pants during the summer.
He does not like water.
He will “follow” a diet without philosophy and obey troublesome fashion.
He is ever on increasing false emotions as the true colors slip by.
He talks about gasoline prices all the time.
He cannot, does not, and will not shut up.
He is fighting for freedom he does not know.
He claims to be an original American.
He just remembers old classics.
He keeps on dismissing any question to his unfair power.
He backs down to nobody.
He has no flexible science to his bias of temper.
He lives with a brain full of maggots.
He continues annoyance for every subject imaginable.
He gets very, very angry.
He wants freedom.
He wants it now.
He fails at cooking and enjoys his personal defects.
He will “love” making terrible mistakes.
He has love and hate on reverse.
He wants free parking near disagreeable citizens at a distance.
He goes on and on.
He wants freedom.
He does not describe freedom.
He just thinks he knows it.
And, do you know what is sad about this man?
Here is the terrible, terrible news:
He never creates art.
No, never.
He never creates art.
He never writes a poem.
He never does a painting.
He never works with clay.
He never draws a stick figure.
He never uses a coloring book.
He never holds a crayon.
He never holds a marker.
He never touches a drawing.
He never reads poetry.
He never praises beauty.
He never directs a movie.
He never directs a TV show.
He never does positive YouTube videos.
He never involves the liberal arts in his life.
He never has enough imagination for creativity.
He never looks at art museums with elegance of flavor.
He never cooks anything special for dinner.
He never makes his own original recipe.
He never creates art.
And, this man thinks he knows what “freedom” is?
He does not believe in freedom.
The word “freedom” is confusion for his ignorance of goodness.
He wants something he does not understand.
Why?
It’s quite simple.
He wants freedom.
But, he never creates art.
He never creates art of his own.
This fact makes his desire vain.
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