Rage against the losses: loss of eyesight and hearing and strength; loss of interests; loss of love, or loss of love’s attention; loss of energy; loss of ideas; loss of dreams; loss of the erotic; loss of appetite; loss of those who care for you, and those you care for; loss of mind, especially loss of mind.
Rage against the impersonal universe; rage against the lack of justice, lack of merit, lack of luck.
Rage against regret as thick as molten tar, rage against the arctic freeze of heartbreak.
Rage against the plutes, those hungry ghosts sucking the rest of us dry. Rage against the whores of commerce. Rage against the loss of ideals and that feeling of being bamboozled.
Rage against a higher force, if you believe in that diabolical jester who deals the cards and rigs the games.
Sure, there’s wisdom that comes from getting old, deeper acceptance and even a flash of it’s really OK;
but sometimes there’s nothing, and all you can do is to goddamn scream.