Bruce Unworthy

Since when does mankind know what it wants, let alone what's good for it? I thought I knew the answer to that question. I thought, I was the exception to the rule. Sure, I took the opportunity to right a few wrongs in my own life, I was going to give back. I guess the real question that should have been asked, was when?

To the one that really matters, my name was uttered in the same breath as Ghandi. The potential I had for greatness was written in a book so large, its pages could only be turned by one hand.

I was told that my sense of humor was a devine gift, even if I did believe justice could include a rectal dwelling monkey. I took that to mean that the choices I made could be both swift with a touch of irony.

By the time when came around, it was too late. One million lottery winners in the lottery of one. Two teams locked forever in a cup battle that niether would ever win. Why did I think that I could be more than what I Am?

Every vacation must end. There comes a time where the ruler of the house must come home. Must set things right. Must ask that those responsible during their abscense be held to account, with an expectation to step up.

There comes a time where every due must be paid, every account balanced, and every mess cleaned up.

This is my time to do the right thing. The only way to reverse time and remove the stain of my existence. Every child must stand up on their own two feet and take responsibility, showing respect to he who offered the blank slate of life.

Sometimes to make things right you have to shake the etch-a-sketch and hand it to someone who may be able to create a more pleasant pallate.

With the almight power of one, I will remove myself from this glorious life with a word of my own breath.