pissed off at the lousy men who can watch women working themselves to death and not lift a finger (just a twitch maybe to show they are barely breathing) or others who only know how to ra-ra smirk and go so when will it be done? so when?
does it have to be this way? that after a while people either grow so disillusioned with life that the best one can do would be to shrug it off with a thats life ive got my sorrows you live yours too or to dance a jingle-jag pretending to pirouette on an elephants toe and lording it around like a white mouse mimicking a sledge-hammers ring
imagine you were you know i dont know stuck in one of those white blocks that line the outer wall of raffles place mrt (the open gates to the zoom-ies in the midst of the square patches of them grass and momentary sales pitches) and let me describe it to you it is like oblong but not quite square and quite wide and white just like i dont know so if you were stuck in one of them things you would rails and scream but you couldnt do much for you would be two-D missing the third but then youll tire of the angsty useless reams of rails and you would accept them realm and begin to circle the inner edge of the oblong round and round you go faster and faster and you think hey seems like im quite good at this but then you forget that once you had more colour than white and more space than four sides four corners and the inside but then maybe you werent stuck in the wall oblongs but the grey black squares that line the floor and these are stepped on step step step flat but youre already flat whats there to flatten
i won't deny that the world in grey, black and white can be endlessly fascinating, that having seen a shade of grey or been a hue of black, you won't miss what you were before when you mix the black and white and can't quite seem to go back there again.
but having seen tints of colour, the way it thrills my soul, i won't live life in greys. i can't. if nobody will walk with me, there i'll walk alone.