AMAZING TRANSFORMATION OF CONSEQUENCE

They must be more miserable than me all their lives

Because they behaved exactly like I am behaving these days

And these days like no days before I am miserable

Miserable like never before

Miserable like a son of a bitch

Miserable like a bitch herself

Miserable like all the miserable sons of bitches and all the bitches put together

Morning and day

And day and morning

The misery come back to welcome me

and them

Misery always came to welcome them any way

Misery came and never left

Misery never took a holiday

Misery came and stayed

Even when you die the misery will stay

So get used to it baby

Don't get up and look for something different every morning

Don't get ready to go to bed and look for something different every night

Misery was here and misery is here to stay

They experienced misery long before I did

They were always miserable

I am lucky it came to me at a much later date

Thank God that I had some concern,

Some love,

Some affection,

Some kindness,

Some generosity,

Some feeling,

Some sensitivity,

Some dignity,

Some sense of love,

Some sense of concern,

Some sense of caring

Some kind of love,

For the human race

The way I feel now like all the rest of sons of bitches and the bitches themselves

How could have I passed most of my life in such a miserable way ?

Thank god for my love of people in the past

Thank god for my sense of justice in the past

Thank god for my tenedre heart in  the past for the ones I cared for

And I cared for a lot

Thank god for that

Now the misery came to visit and never left

But its been only a short while for me

That misery had been my guest

But them, and them, and them,and them

Had misery since a long time, a long long time

They had misery since they were born

Thank god that I have been miserable for a short time

Thank god that I have been miserable for not such a very long time

Thank god that I am now aware of the miserable state I am in like them

Now I need to get it away from me, this house,and from everything I go near

Thank god I am feeling the desire to hate this miserable state I am in

Thank god that I am not trying to be intimate with this this misery

Trey were always like I am now

Miserable

They have been miserable for a very long time

Now they are so used to it that it has become

A big part of their lives

People are miserable

They tell you they are miserable before you speak to them

They tell you they are miserable

So miserable. so miserable that they are telling you with their

Eyes, their hands,

Their limbs,

Their legs,

Their feet,  their teeth

That they are miserable

So don't speak to them

They are miserable and they want to stay that way

Thank god that I realized that I am as miserable as

All the sons of bitches and the bitches themselves

Now Perhaps I will make an effort to be not like them

Lets say that the whole world is now completely miserable

So why can't just be one person who can be different ?

That person is going to be me

I am taking the misery out of my apt and send it for a long long long holiday

To Bahamas

Or Spain

Or Morocco

or Indonesia

Or Qairo

Or Istambul

Or Ukrain

No, no even the misery doesn't want to go to Ukrain

They will ship the misery right back to Istambul as a prostitute

There is sex traffic going on

Some miserable human beings are doing drug traffic

and sex traffic and dog traffic

And opium traffic

And arms traffic

I told you there is a lot of misery in the world

he world is full of miserable sons of bitches and bitches themselves

I have been miserable only a while

A while before I wasn't so miserable

But they all said, that something was wrong with me

They all said, that I wasn't like the rest of the sons of bitches and the bitches

They said,  why must I be different than them ?

Thry said, if I was a human being, which I was like them then I had to be like them

So I became like them

Miserable like them

Very miserable just like them

Now I am like all the miserable sons of bitches and all the 

Miserable bitches

Now I fit in the world

Miserable people walking around

Looking really miserable

Miserable people in the cafe

Miserable people at the whole food store

Miserable people at Trader Joe

Miserable people at the concert

Miserable people at the box office

Miserable people at the post office

Miserable people at the copy machine

Miserable people eating

Miserable people drinking

Miserable people at the White house

Planning to rain down misery on nations

Miserable advisers

Miserable consultants

Miserable doctors

Miserable shop keepers

Miserable hair dressers

Miserable,  dogs in the park just as miserable like their owners

Now I am just a miserable like the rest of the sons of bitches

Now I really fit in

But I don't want to fit in

I want to be one person who doesn't fit in

I don't want to fit in

I want my misery go away from me and my apt

I want to be just like I was before

Not fitting in, never fitting in...

Lately  have been miserable just like them

I guess I became miserable just to ubderstand what misery does to a human being

I was envious of them

I was intimidated by them

I admired them

I wanted to be aloof

Indifferent

Cruel

Injust

Greedy

Selfish

Self loving

Aggressive

Angry

Miserable

Like them

I wanted to be miserable like all the sons of bitches and the miserable

Bitches

I tried

I really tried

To be like them

To fit in

To fit in the world

Now I am just like them

Now I fit in

Now I am completely miserable just like them

Now I don't want to fit in

Now I want to be what I was before

Now I want to be that cherishable

Naive

Innocent

Childlike

Giving

Loving

Caring person again

Now I want to be the person who doesn't fit in this miserable, miserable world

Now I want to run away and find that orignal me

The real me

The me which was before

Now I look for that real me who didn't fit in

That me who stood out

That me who laughed

And made other people laugh

That me who gave without anger

That me who cared

That me who loved

Without conditions

Without returns

That me who was foolish in love

Foolish in generosity

Foolish in patience

Foolish in kindness

I want that, "Me"

I am looking for me

That previous me

That silly me who didn't know how to fit in the world

Now I am looking for that me

Now I am going to keep looking...

Till I find me

Take that orignal me out of this miserable world and put me all alone

by myself like I was before....

Without misery and without the miserable sons of bitches and all the miserable bitches

Who are so miserably trying to be a part of this Rotton miserable mass of filth

Who loves to kill 

Love to maim

Love to spill blood for this reason and that reason

There is always a reason right ?

Its a reasonable world

After the centuries of misery now they are trying to be reasonable.....

I don't want misery

I don't want reason

I don't want to fit in.............in this misery planet

Thank god the misery has been with me a short while

I tasted it

Its bitter

Very bitter

No, not bitter sweet

Bitter

Taste like blood

And I never like the look of blood or the taste of blood or the smell of blood

But I am glad I tasted it

Because I always wanted to be miserable like all the rest of the sons of bitches and all

The miserable bitches so I could also fit in their party

Thank God I tasyed it

The bitter fruit and spit it out

Thank God That I went through it

And now want no part of the blood games...

I don't like the smell of blood

The color of blood

The taste of blood

And misery smells the same

Taste the same 

Looks the same

BEing miserable is just like being a murderer

Just like as if you came with a sharp knife and murdered an innocent

Human being.....

And spilled his innocent blood on the street full of other miserable

human beings

NO, I don't want to taste the bitter fruit of misery again

Its tastes of blood

I don't want to fit in.....................

I want to look for original me............