Inspired by the mini series ” Feud: Capote vs. The Swans” and also an intense recent discussion about what could be the opposite phrase for ”Our Better Nature” and can there be some be some sort of release in being like that opposite bad thing for a few minutes..

Sometimes I just want to write
Out of spite
Be petty, show my contempt
For their elegant echo chamber lives
Their consciously corrupt conspicuous consumption
Their sterile houses in sterile cities
Everything just so
Their self published books about nothing at all
Their petulant sulky poses.

My guardian angels, playing doo-wop there in the corner of
My messy marvelous room
Sing about my better nature and almost convince me
But what the hey
My first verse still stands

I hesitate
Life is not that bad and life is actually quite easy
The living is indeed easy
But repressed is no way to go through life
Click on ‘post’
Too late now
It’s done

Somehow knowing that
I am as small minded as the rest of them
Is freeing in a rather spectacular way.