Attacking the masses.

Now, you just fucking remember
that although much of me
seems the same
and I still laugh
and drink
and fuck
and find the time
to attack the masses
and their television programmes
and their books
and their music.

Just remember that
things have happenend
against my will
and despite me carrying on
and despite my atheism
I occasionally look up
and remember that my father
is gone.

Despite the fact that
I laugh
and call him spineless
and never had much interest in family,
his absence still
saddens me.

This is
Just so you know, that
when you're flying off the handle
as a combination of alcohol
and your own mistakes,
I have little
to say or think about it
other than myself
fucking,
laughing,
drinking
and picking up the pen
to, once again,
attack the masses.