Meaningful Grafitti

[industriacyde]

Late for work. Spent more time in the bank than necessary. More tellers than customers yet every window was closed. Except one. Ready to snap. Fuck you... I always grumble to myself. "I can't believe I pay you people to do my banking," I wanted to scream through the thick glass window separating my anger from their oblivion. But I was silent. I am always silent. Defeated. Constantly supressing the urges and that is supposed to be a good thing. I am obedient and therefore rewarded with mediocracy. I'm growing tired of this silence.

Religion is the problem... not the answer. At least the grafitti made me smile today.