I seriously, honestly believe that America and the rest of the world is involved in WWIII. Class warfare is being fought mostly out of sight and seriously soldiers only tell rank by the cut and cost of the tuxedo’s they wear. While we their enemy of whom they rule but run from sublimely scared; fight our fights on streets crumbling stumbling along with bills to pay and food to figure out how to get that at least three times a week we may dare to afford the petroleum gas to heat the food we willingly share and eat.
How did this war start? Was it begun over a hundred years ago while a group of the finely clad suits sat on handmade chairs round the campfire light trying to figure out the path to wealth and riches they could use to control the rest of humanities class of sons of bitches. Dogs! That is what we are to them of the black tie army HOGS! Is how I perceive them fighting for my few pennies of saving, for it is my life long earned few dollars they like to use as gravy for their Alba White Truffle.
Though I have no kerfuffle with $330,000 dollar fungi
I personally prefer this as my fungus of choice. It has magic and is not all that tragic on my wallet. Our wallets it seems to be the battleground of this war. It’s all good and cool that this war without sound that rages has come upon us in stages because no matter what you call it, though I will never taste a $2800 Wagyu Steak (very tasty at the start but look at the fat and think of your poor man's heart)
I am happy to be counted worthy to be in the army of the “once had some but lost it all so now I’m counted poor and not a dick.” We, the masses of billions who have little but debt they the tuxedo class ran up are truly the honestly best. For a man with nothing to lose has no war to fight and plenty of time for my eyes to rest and I have you by my side leaning against this wall we have won this warfare of class, they have none we have it all.
© M Durfee
© M Durfee