Love Thy Neighbour Except When

Love thy neighbour, except when the State and the Bank gives the green light to let your childish paranoia rule your thinking and feeling.

Love thy neighbour, except when their specialness and inherent qualities remind you of your un-addressed shadow that you’d correctly should be in denial of.

Love thy neighbour, except when you see they’re actually human and not the standardised electronic curation of infinitely-happy-being-in-the-now.

Love thy neighbour, except when they do not have the requisite genetic makeup for shifting-units and appearing as non-attainable lures, all in-service to the orthodox corporate plutocracy.

Love thy neighbour, except when they are deviant from the saccharine personality obsessed norm, especially when they veer off track and ditch symbolism over substance.

Love thy neighbour, except when they start talking about community and citizenry, that’s the time you need to kick heads in.

Love thy neighbour, except when they oppose nuclear submarines and hence are employment-hating un-Australians.

Love thy neighbour, except when they are an utter bore, waffling on about all that surveillance and civil liberties nonsense — war is the only thing that matters because it protects our way of life, which is to love your neighbour.

Love thy neighbour, except when they are poorer than you and thus should be consistently blamed for a system that keeps them poor, displaying a clear lack of acumen for inheriting old money and managing negative gearing.

Love thy neighbour, except when they smash your inward looking little world view by being a different colour or exhibiting a different religion or culture, because beer.

Love thy neighbour, except when they are in their thousands, depopulated from their distant lands, victims of your apathetic hateful decadence, clearly deserving a cold limbo of cruelty because they dared to be born in a world beyond your limited obdurate comprehension.

Love thy neighbour, except when she happens to be raped, pregnant, powerless, and living in a hell you carelessly endorse but is clearly all her own fault.

 

Dare to be born.

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Love Thy Neighbour Except When

Love thy neighbour, except when the State and the Bank gives the green light to let your childish paranoia rule your thinking and feeling.

Love thy neighbour, except when their specialness and inherent qualities remind you of your un-addressed shadow that you’d correctly should be in denial of.

Love thy neighbour, except when you see they’re actually human and not the standardised electronic curation of infinitely-happy-being-in-the-now.

Love thy neighbour, except when they do not have the requisite genetic makeup for shifting-units and appearing as non-attainable lures, all in-service to the orthodox corporate plutocracy.

Love thy neighbour, except when they are deviant from the saccharine personality obsessed norm, especially when they veer off track and ditch symbolism over substance.

Love thy neighbour, except when they start talking about community and citizenry, that’s the time you need to kick heads in.

Love thy neighbour, except when they oppose nuclear submarines and hence are employment-hating un-Australians.

Love thy neighbour, except when they are an utter bore, waffling on about all that surveillance and civil liberties nonsense — war is the only thing that matters because it protects our way of life, which is to love your neighbour.

Love thy neighbour, except when they are poorer than you and thus should be consistently blamed for a system that keeps them poor, displaying a clear lack of acumen for inheriting old money and managing negative gearing.

Love thy neighbour, except when they smash your inward looking little world view by being a different colour or exhibiting a different religion or culture, because beer.

Love thy neighbour, except when they are in their thousands, depopulated from their distant lands, victims of your apathetic hateful decadence, clearly deserving a cold limbo of cruelty because they dared to be born in a world beyond your limited obdurate comprehension.

Love thy neighbour, except when she happens to be raped, pregnant, powerless, and living in a hell you carelessly endorse but is clearly all her own fault.

 

Dare to be born.

Sorry, comments are closed for this post.