You who balk at the smell of salt on every meal.
You who will not have that third glass of wine.
You who never ate anything that did not come from a shelf.
You who read the mainstream media to justify your gutless days.
You who sell your grandchildren's future for a dime and another day.
You who know precious little yet jeer at those who know different.
You whose notions of safety and freedom would make a neanderthal drop dead with multiple stomach ulcers from laughing so hard.
You who deny the broader meaning of life, yet claim that I do not live.
You who hide in plain view accusing others of hiding under a bed.
You fucks, how can you mistake preparation for fear?