A Letter To My Uncle
After many years,
I think that it is time we part company. What had sounded so wonderful
at first is really beginning to suck the life out of me. You promised
so much but gave so little. You've hurt me in countless ways and left
such a trail of broken promises that I now find myself wondering how
I'll never forget
that when we first met you promised me the world, Uncle. "Don't
worry about anything," you said. "Uncle Sam will take care
of everything!" "When you're sick I will be there to nurse
you." "Hungry? I shall feed you. For your children I shall
provide life, liberty, happiness,
I used to wonder
where you obtained all the resources to shower me with such affection.
"Uncle Sam doesn't have a job but has trillions of dollars at
his disposal." He sells nothing but has everything. I just reassured
myself that my Uncle Sam was such a clever guy that I needn't worry.
But as you began to fail me, Uncle, doubts started to creep into my
consciousness. I began to notice the little things that I had previously
rationalized away. Most importantly, that you were following me everywhere
I went. I couldn't get away from your affection even when I tried.
If I jumped in my car to air out my thoughts you were waiting for
me at the gas station when I filled up. At work, I receive no peace
of mind as you remind me of your presence on the first and fifteenth.
Eating my problems away was of little help seeing that you were at
the check-out counter making my already expensive taste more expensive.
No matter what I do or where I go your love keeps draining me. Even
if I die you will be right there chasing me into the afterlife. I
give and give and give and you take and take and take but now I am
tired. Your promises have failed to materialize and now I find that
through our Faustian bargain your "love" and intoxicating
promises have suffocated me and ripped
But I must admit, you are indeed a clever man, Uncle. You are clever, not because you caused me such pain and profited from it all the while, rather you succeeded in making me thank you for it all these years. I thanked you for digging your knee into my chest and begged for you to stick your heel in my throat. Yet, it seems that when I cry out "Uncle! Uncle!" in order for you to stop you proceed to dig in further. Well, enough is enough. I believe that it is time for you to take your boundless love, decrepit tenderness and go your own way and leave me the hell alone!
---Tired and Disgusted