Finding Death
Just as the blind cannot see and the
deaf do not hear it is downright uncanny
how predictable it is that one's perverseness
to logic in outcomes becomes their inevitable
downfall. The childish propensity to seek
out the forbidden is nowhere more prevalent
than in the minds of those dissatisfied with
limits placed upon their experience when
restless souls nourishing a robust sense of
entitlement and imbued with an intense
rebellious streak medicine recognizes as
oppositional defiance disorder, brooking
no authority over their choices break free.
As a lifestyle addiction does not bode well
for any recognizable quality of happy future
leading to criminal acts of desperation and
declining interest in quality of life, in lock
step with the decline in health, both
psychological and physical. How else
explain the decision to venture abroad, a
free soul eager to explore the very countries
where free enterprise has been distorted to
favour generous incomes in manufacturing
and distributing narcotics in a background
of endemic gang violence? There, in the
comfort of a blurred psyche and an irresistible
craving to join the enterprise and forfeit
life by a competing rival or perchance when
a trial finds for guilt and a court rules death.
Tuesday, January 15, 2019
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Poetry
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