In today’s society the mentally ill are “treated” to accolades. Living now is like attending a county fair freak show.
I know what you mean.
Today, I identified as an M2HB fifty caliber machine gun. I asked people to call me “Ma Deuce”.
On Monday, I was a Glock. ‘Herr Gaston’, thank you very much.
Last Thursday, I was a Claymore. Click click.
People seemed irritated because when they wanted my attention they had to say, “’Front Toward Enemy’, can you get some water for the coffee pot?”
I can’t figure out why no one respects me...and why my co-workers are all so confused.
Tomorrow, I think I’ll be cauliflower.
Then they can say, “Hey! You fookin vegetable! That’s not a urinal!” and we’ll all be happy and safe.