Since people paid so much attention to this, I added italics to the last two lines, because I essentially lifted them from Dylan Thomas' poem (which I'd assume people knew, but don't want to misrepresent.)
Apparitional Shorts.
The title is almost a poem in itself.
They walk through walls and torture simple well meaning investors.
Trying to eradicate ghosts is akin to to eating runny jello with a fork.
Join them?
Perish the thought.
Still, who always loses when one plays by the rules and others do not?
Their mantra proclaims death to irrational exuberance.
It fuels self-righteous damnation.
It stokes disastrous ruins upon hope.
Someone once told me human behavior does not evolve.
When left to its own devices, the Lord of the Flies inevitably reappears.
Like a moth drawn to fire, I believe this can change.
At what point did these apparitions see a mother lose a child to cancer, or a child lose a mother to cancer and decide to profit by preventing a solution to this drama unfolding over and over?
Good luck to "hopeless" longs.
Rage against the darkness.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
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