Politicians' funeral pyre, Innocents raped with napalm fire

Politicians' funeral pyre, Innocents raped with napalm fire

By A.J. Roberts

"I'm depressed" said John.

"Why is that?" asked Kurt, not truly caring but choosing to humor John whilst he had nothing better to do.

"I have no real friends on MySpace" said John, clicking lack-lustrely on his mouse.

"That depresses you?" asked Kurt.

"Yeah"

"So what about the poor unfortunate people of the world who along with the ignorance with regards to MySpace, they also have no food or even water. What about all the people living in war racked countries, war's they didn't want, war's they can't stop. What about them?" asked Kurt.

"What about them?"

"What?"

"What about those people?" asked John.

"You're depressed because you have no friends on MySpace. Those people don't even know what MySpace is, nor would they care if you told them. They don't lose friends through the click of a mouse, they lose friends and family at the glare of an explosion. You're depressed because all the people on MySpace who were real and not a band have deleted you, please!" exclaimed Kurt.

Time passed, John didn't say anything and Kurt began thumbing through John's book collection.

An Hour and Fifteen Seconds Later

"I'm depressed" said John, "stupid MySpace."

Death seed, blind man's greed
Poets' starving, children bleed
Nothing he's got, he really needs