The Old Man
FleetusMcGee posted in The F*-Word
By: Eli West
There was a man taken away today. He had long, dirty, graying hair, which complemented his long, dirty graying beard, which went down over his ripped and faded army jacket. His hair was done in knots and specks of grime were to be found in it. All you could see were his eyes and they were so clouded over with fear you could hardly tell them from a wild animal’s.
He looked away and started yelling, “Please don’t take me. I have a life, or I did. I’m aware that no one loves me but I love myself. I have a choice of whether to create or destroy but really they are both the same thing. I realize that everything is alive but part of living is killing. I need things to survive and I may have to murder other beings to get them. Death and life go hand in hand. We give and take but when we only give, people only take, and when we only take, well then we get so caught up in greed we forget about love. And well, love and life are the same thing. Most don’t get that humans have no reason to survive, but greed is something that makes us thrive. Yet, we can take love from greed and that’s…that’s worth having. I’m aware that there are social classes so I guess that makes me a social class drop out. I have no tattoos or political buttons and I don’t own a gun. I have no cares and I have no worries except for one and that’s tomorrow. I tried to be perfect but perfection in itself is a flaw. I’ve traveled the world and I’ve seen women sell themselves and pretend it was love. I’ve seen greed and hate and passion and freedom and then I saw you. So please don’t take me. I’ve lived my life but it can’t be over yet. There is still time for me to smile. So please, please don’t take me.”
He was thrown in a truck and hauled away.
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