It was hot . I mopped my face. I was jealous of people with a God to hang onto , whereas I …
soon all I’d have left would be “eyes to cry with. “
Men are hirelings. For each one who acts like a master,
there are others who are bursting with conceit. And the
ones who don’t kowtow to anything are in jail or underground.
Jail and death for some people means bootlicking
for all the rest . . .