Of Course Im Angry Of course I'm angry. I'm hunched over a glowing screen incessantly oppressingly punching way below my worth bracket just so I can keep paying rent on a place that's growing more culture than shitting Blackpool to prop the property ladder up nicely for someone else instead of me getting on it. Of course I'm angry. Throttled by the hand that feeds me prime consumerist corn to fatten me ready for the feast. I can average monthly repay my arse from here to the bank time in and time out just to go into the red when the red is just a snowballing scheme continued by a blue Eton wanker like a fiscal document lost on the train tracks of society. Of course I'm angry. I've got a glowing Apple made by corporate slaves that doubles as a 'social' megaphone clasped hard in my hand telling me that all of my friends have read my hilarious post about that fucking thing that everyone loves but I'm so bloody obtuse I'm coming off at angle but no one has commented and now I feel dead inside as everyone can see no fucker finds me funny. Of course I'm angry. I'm told my skin should be the hue of shat out tizer, that my chest should double up as speed bumps and that if I want some doe eyed 50% made in China Barbie doll with an IQ lower than her knickers who'd need a manual for breathing sat on my incredibly steroid worn penis I need to also be the Sultan of Brunei and Jim Carey. Of course I'm angry. I'm told everything that I eat do or say will kill me but I'm also told that on this Orwellian island we call home I'm being watched 24/7 by a public service who cares and will serve and protect, so are they watching me grey and decay for fun? Winding us up with baton shaped keys then watching us bleat off in cuffs back to the flock. Of course I'm angry. When a Conservatoff with a dick that stinks of Frazzles wants to fuck over more low income single mothers than a search bar on Porn Hub, when a book about a made up sentient hipster which describes an act where penguins would of walked from the Arctic to a desert to jump on some weirdos wooden boat is followed more than individual compassion and thought, when companies people are happy to use disregard the law and don't pay taxes that could better our future but you get a comfy fucking cell for inhaling a plant, when copulation is grounds to be idolised and given a pay check bigger than their egos, when the pigment of skin denotes your worth in this world... Of course I'm fucking angry Why aren't you?