Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Three young men think they are being cute by hurting me, denigrating me, making me into nothing but the days joke

These trash can human beings are the meat in the t-shirt that serves the christian youth for $215 a week

I sit there in a lawn chair doing hour after hour hoping for a sale to escape the path of the human stain that gives nothing but pain

The jealous and inadequate delight in making life a misery

Only the crowd saves them from violence

Jealous of a guy who is alone, who's friends are dead or dying, who lives in a historic decaying building surrounded by fucked up amish people

Jealous of a guy who paints and paddles, owns two kayaks and worn out camping gear

I live a small life and try not to hurt others, but people are turning me to a very bloody end

They don't seem to understand the concept of leaving other people alone

All you have left is violence against the jealous little idiots, it's all people understand.