People like me are somewhere on life's ladder, and the people above us do nothing but shit on us, and while we're wiping the shit out of our eyes, the people below us are picking our pockets. That's how I fucking feel. If I could get on a mountain top and scream that, aright, my anger is not just directed up, my anger is equally directed down. aright. We're getting fucking raped in all directions. . . . It's like they're setting us up for the fucking slaughter or something. . . . I guess the only difference between the rich and the poor is the kind of liquor they marinate themselves in, right?
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