| Pumpkin
pips and empty cans; destined for the bin. How little use they have! One brings life, while the other’s dead; yet, they’re treated the same. Pumpkin pips and empty cans; on their way to the rubbish bin. Productive beings and those in sloth; all paid the same time. Right and wrong are all the same, to those who just don’t know. The masks we wear are more real than the people we actually are. Pumpkin pips and empty cans; apparently the same. One credit card is swiped at the school, bottle store and a brothel in the same day. Blood money deposited in the church’s collection plate for all to see. Dollar bills to reward the stripper, who is someone else’s kid. Pumpkin pips and empty cans; are just not the same? A murderer and a rapist share a prison cell for 5 years or so. In the cell next door, they made a friend whose home it will be for a decade or two. He made a mistake on his books; played with 6 zero’s or so. Pumpkin pips and empty cans; resting in the same place. How can the insane and the genius both be seen as mad? The artist confined by boundaries of the ordinary man? What’s wrong becomes right; while right depends on who you are. Pumpkin pips and empty cans; side-by-side in the sand. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |