To this day I cannot believe that silence is not wasted time,
Time is a construct of people.
People create, from our own ideals,
Monsters and fears
to obscure and manipulate,
us against our own reflection
by proclaiming we, are the people of our own dreams
our pockets are not picked,
we revel in the jagged kindness of our giving
until we have no clothes to hold pockets
those who do not worship at the giving alter
are, by definition, worthless
and thus expendable
until only one rich man is left
and no one needs.
The taker is absolved