No Miracle

You are not going to enjoy reading this. I had to get that out of the way. I am not writing this for you. This is for me.


When your back is hurting and your precious toddler at home woke you up at 3 o'clock this morning and you had an early shift: I do not care.

When your questioning how you're going to afford to fly back to wherever the fuck you came from to see a band and then expect tax payers to foot your food bill: I do not think I like you.

When you say, "You can always adopt," and make it sound like anyone can walk up to the counter and say, "I'll take the one in the third row," I think YOU are missing the point.

When you write to the editor and say that "all His children are wanted" and that you're canceling your subscription because population control is a terrible idea: you sound ignorant.

When any two-bit floozy can get pregnant while addicted to drugs: there is no miracle.

I don't think all that garbage created for children will ever go away. Plastic garbage, plastic mind.