You have to be rich and famous in order to be rich and famous.Sound familiar? Or is it just the ranting of a manic depressive failure?
Not that being rich and famous is among the goals of the manic depressive writing this rant. Being rich and famous wouldn't hurt. But how do you break through the glass ceiling that separates the Guccis,the Pradas,the curly hair,the intellectual talk,the jhola and the glasses from the middle class manic depressives(I will call them mcmds now on.An abbreviation cos I am lazy and no capitals because yeah you guessed it I am lazy)
Or do the jholas scour Big basket for deals like the mcmds ? Cos we need our karelas cheap if only to gaze on and get inspired to write some poetry or to go out and fight climate change so that the future generations can have karela too.Bleargh!!
Oh the green undulating ridges and valleys
How very beautiful and how very horny
Are your spines and horns
Horns horns..wannabe thorns
You befoul in disguise,
Striking on
an unsuspecting pink palate
Enticed by your innocent emerald green
The wannabe manic depressives are so manic depressive that they have to Google the meaning of manic depressive to find out what it really means.Must be simple ...manic as in mania and depressive as in depression...so a manic depressive must be someone maniacally manic about depression. Does that even make sense? Ha ha who cares?
I am not rich and famous. I can write whatever I like.