‘Earthlings’

BY BEAU PALIN

I feel guilty when I wish you didn’t exist.

But I can’t help thinking ‘what is your purpose?’. Is that car a compensation?

For your inner combustion

Your irrelevance

Your irreverence

Your mama telling you ‘I wish you were who I thought you’d be’.

I guess I don’t really know you.

And I shouldn’t be quick to judge.

But please don’t add yourself to the endless list of assholes that is forever acquiring new members.

Your ego shouldn’t be shouting louder than you. It can be all we hear sometimes..

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