So very disappointing
Everything
What has happened to the glorious nights and days promised
There is no respect
No friendship
No soul
No feeling
For any one or anything
And some of us
So naive, so sad, so suffused with bad behavior
For ourselves, Pathetically waiting, waiting for the same rude
Monsters to insult us again
And again
And again
So we can Supperimpose that feeling of eternal powerlessness
And Impotency.....
Why do we need the rudeness of strangers and the loved ones ?
Why do we need to destroy whats already destroyed ?
What else need to be destroyed ?
There is nothing left........
All gone
All gone
All gone...........
Does any one remeber what we had ?
And now all gone, gone, all gone
Knowingly, unknowingly
Gone
All gone
Gone.........
Now you can sit and cry
Be helpless
But you wanted to be helpless
You wanted to be Pathetic
Otherwise why would you wait for the Ignorant
The rude
The Illiterate
The biggots
The control freaks
To upset you ?
And they do up set you
Again and again
and
Again
You must want it
You must need it
You must love this not very elegant torture
You must have no respect at all
Not at all
For yourself
What ?
Self ?
Yourself ?
What a laugh....
What a laugh....
What a laugh....
Put it in a play
Let people feel for the pathetic creatures on the street corners
Beggars
Begging
What is the beggar begging for ?
What is the beggar begging for ?
What is the beggar begging for ?
Beggar is not getting anything
Beggar is not getting a penny
Beggar is still in the same corner
Why ?
That's the question
Why is the beggar still in the same corner when he is not getting even a penny ?
But beggar is still in the same corner
Does the beggar know that he is not getting a penny today....
Perhaps he knows
Perhaps he has hope for today
Some one should tell the poor beggar that he won't get even a penny just like yesterday
And the day before
And the day before that.....
Does the beggar know ?
Its in his not knowing, never knowing, never....
He is not knowing that he is a beggar ?
Or his not knowing that he won't get a penny today ?
Both...
He doesn't know that he is a beggar
And he doesn't know that he won't even get a penny today
But he should know....
He doesn't...
Why not ?
Thats why he is a beggar
and he doesn't know that he is dealing with lack of
Sophistication
And lack of grace
And lack of sensitivity
and lack of generosity....
Thats why he stands at the same corner hoping
Against hope
Hoping in the kindness of the stranger
And the kindness of the familiar
But the passerby repeats the same process...
Keep passing him by
They notice him but they keep passing him by
Thats their power
To pass him by
To pass the beggar by
They will be disturbed if the beggar is not there tomorrow
Then they will stop for a fraction of a second
And think of him.
'What happened to the beggar ?"
'The beggar was here yesterday, what happened to the beggar ?"
They need him to be there
They want him to be there
Begging....
Its their power...
If he begs
Thats their power
The beggar begging....
They don't have to give him anything
But the beggar must beg
Thats the power
They need their power which doesn't even cost them a penny
Power is for free
Take it if you want
Or give it to some one else.....
The beggar gives his power to some one else.....
The one who doesn't even give him one penny
The beggar is so pathetic
Not knowing, never knowing, never
He gives his power to the passerby
Without even getting a penny in return....
Thats why he is a beggar
He gave his power away
Long time ago
He gave his power away
Not knowing, never knowing, never
And made himself into a tramp
A clown without the red nose
A fakir without ever having a kingdom
He owned a kingdom once
He gave it to the man in suit and a tie
He gave it to him
The man ran out and bought criisp, clean, white shirts with it
So he can be respectable
The white clean shirt is needed to be respectable....
Like Pinter said something like this, "Doesn't want his clean white shirt to be
dirtied by the blood of the Innocent Iraqi child..."
"Blood is dirty."
The beggars shirt is dirty
Does the beggar has a shirt ?
Can't tell...
Where did the beggar get the shirt if he is wearing a shirt ?
Was the shirt clean when beggar got the shirt ?
How much did the beggar paid for the shirt ?
Was the beggar's shirt clean when he gave it to the passer by ?
Was the shirt clean enough for the passer by to be powerful in it ?
Why did the beggar gave his powerful shirt away ?
Was the beggar's powerful shirt taken from him ?
Was the beggar's powerful shirt stolen from him ?
Was the beggar powerful before his clean shirt was stolen from him ?
Why the beggar's clean shirt was stolen from him ?
Was the beggar careless when some one stole his clean, crisp, white shirt ?
Did the beggar know that some one was stealing his white clean shirt ?
Or
Did he not know ?
Why did he not know ?
Why did he let it happen ?
Did he know or did he not know
Is knowing that his shirt was being stolen good ? or not good ?
If he knew that his shirt was being stolen why did he not stop the thief ?
Did he see the thief stealing his white, clean shirt?
If he saw the thief stealing his shirt, why did he not stop him ?
Did the beggar not like his own clean shirt ?
Did he want to give it away and be wrapped in rags ?
Did he want to be pathetic ?
Or was he already pathetic when he gave his clean shirt away and wore rags /
Did the beggar know that he was pathetic ?
Does the beggar stand in this corner every day without getting a penny because he knows that he is pathetic ?
Or his pathetic tragedy is in his not knowing? never knowing...
Never.............
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