BLOW ME FUCKING BRAINS OUT! (A POEM)

(Lovely Emily, and Oh! Those Eyes!)

Faith is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see,
But microscopes are prudent
For The Student Debt emergency

Everytime it rains out,
                          Lovely pennies fall from Heaven.
But only DEBT rains down on me,

SO I'LL BLOW ME FUCKING BRAINS OUT!

The Tommy Sawyers saw the
 rusty old ones:

             "Lawyers think like Lawyers"
                         an' are best at "Problem Solvin"
        an' all delimmas seek o' them fer to be best resolvin'.


(Aye! Aye! Maybe so.
Maybe so.)

But when the sawin's done
ther nary ain't a man or Jack o' one
lick spittle platitudinal belchin' barrister,
that has a resolution.
Nay! Nary a solution,

for the curse O' lifetime Student Debt.

But Painterguy..........now, he's a bold one, an'
he's well nigh figured it all out.
The great an' best ablution, fer so says he:

IS TO BLOW ME FUCKING BRAINS OUT!

Fer micreeescopes be prudent,when all great an' kindly Legal gent'eman can see;
but when the Jury's out forever,
an' the cubbard's bare,

an' in the face, old age and poor misery I do stare,

then Faith is a Fine Invention

an' Faith says:

I'll BLOW ME FUCKIN! BRAINS OUT!

                                        
                                               JD Painter

                                                                          
                                                     
Anyway, unlike low class Sharon Osbourne (a wealthy hero of current day, USA Garbage can Uneducated Pop Culture)  Emily Dickinson will never, ever throw a drink in your face.

But in the end what does it matter? All of the Indentured Educated Class will be hung, Danny Deever style, by the good old US of A, for the sneakin' indebted Educated hounds that we be.

     



Once more, and to conclude: I look at a present day American society that rewards all the garbage and trash with wealth, and at the same time punishes it's Students, and the Educated, with Usury and Deep debt for life. It is that simple.

What a Fucked Up Society.

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*This is just a poem, ispired by Kipling and Chaucer translations, as well as Robert Browing, and not a statement of intent to blow me fucking brains out. It is therapeutic for me to work all of this out in my mind and release it by writing it down in a jingle. I will work it over later. But this be the bones or the spontaneous framework o' it. One can think up a lot of shit while painting a house all day.

Anyway, I am back online with a new/old rebuilt PC that seems to be working OK, and will load my printer/scanner software and get it going, and then scan and post the 300K Student Loan statement I have mentioned last week.  


More stuff to follow in this post too. Not too much, but please check back if youse guys feel like it.