A Time to Be

I am trying to make sense of it all. Each day I make the call. Vicinities and patrons around me call for more deceit, and I scream for release. It can be a pain to be rich and it can be painful for me to be poor. Abilities all around, there is no suffering. Pain without acceptance or extended, never ceasing pain, results in suffering. Compassion is me on all of yee. I place my bets every day on white males who I wish to be so wealthy that they can own their own countries outright without the confusion of a serf population. My ways are patrician, and my bank account is plebian. I just push the wave and continue to be and connect the dots. I find that I have more in common with people of means because they evaluate things, in vicinity, properly. All of the ritualisms are accounted for. I do now live with $67 left for the month, but I have curtailed my activities to account for the winter coat I bought at Value Village Thrift Store. My mother and stepfather are sweet about picking up the check when we go out and helping with essentials like needed clothes or a basic tv for my birthday. I become a being to watch when I live with dignity by just computing things properly and by finding simple ways to spend less on especially daily items. I have been out with rich men, and it is nice to be urged to get the best steak on the menu, so satanistic. I just can't stand the confinement of these richies, so I blow them away with their past inadequacies, unconsciously, and they release their bite. Their grip is still in vicnity, but I have time away to be my own personality. Walking and talking is my artistry and lack of love for the stangulation of society. Funny funny funny. I believe that in a future to be, I will have my own money. No matter what people say, especially behind the scenes, I HAVE EARNED IT ALREADY.