Some, poison the disabled

   
   "Some, poison the disabled"
  
   It can be as simple as leaving a snot rag full of the flu virus on a cancer patient's hospital bed.  Or a peach pit thrown in the direction of a happy dog.  You're damned if you do.
   Glue in green tea.  Doubtful words over and over, as the naughty nurse sings a soul to death; next, gives false testimony, saying it was the old man's time to go, and that it was totally a love song--more like a horrendous hate song.
   People stomp on pretty flowers.  Others, tear down what they perceive to be ugly statues.  Some say the Virgin Mary was a woman with sin.  Others, make you look at imagery until you submit to their toxicity.  Physicians and their insidious assistants at the mental institutions give you amphetamines mixed with anti-psychotics; then, they tell you all the drugs are in the same class as you experience the rocky ride of monstrous mountains.
   They get to certain people, because all people aren't people, allegorically.  It's all metaphor as Joseph Campbell says, or allegory in the archaic words of Spinoza.  A saliva-duct stone, does it drop like the sound of metal?
   So many theories.  The fundamentals:  It has been written.  Is a brainwashed soul from some chanting and Bush League unlawful school worth more than a trash man who actually gives a damn about his grandma?
   And to think, we always take our eyes off Christ, because the world has so much crummy to give.