I have a brain

Most times, as I go about life in my own unobtrusive way, I get so caught up in happy things that I forget big chunks of my life. Perhaps it's my brain which protects me from otherwise getting all caught up in evil happenings. Because I have a brain. I think I've always had a brain. And that for some is scary. Why? Because they are spineless people who have to keep their job by looking pretty, by showing a bit of the butt, or by laboriously licking filthy assholes. The things people do to keep their job nowadays are incredible. Because they have no brains in them. And it's not the credit crunch which is making them do it. I would applaud a family man for going out of his way to do the job properly with the intention of keeping his job and thus being able to perform his duties of a breadwinner. I'm talking people who for some reason (probably a below the belt reason) lose their morals, disrespect themselves and their workmates, and volunteer to do the most undignified things in the book. I remember people like these. They were filthy assholes, whose physical filth probably overtook their brain, that is, if they were ever born with one. Think about roller-coasting headlice, sweat stains that stink and make your intestines sick. And sure I sound so boastful, but I'm only saying it like it is. Once employed I will fulfill my duties, and not house the boss' illicit girlfriend. I will do whatever is required of me, but not if it interferes with my dignity. Nor even if it goes against my principles. Because if I applaud whatever is unjustly happening to another, since I have brains, I also think that one day it could happen to me. And I do not feel I have to apologise for being born with female parts plus a brain. Sorry? No way. People can take everything from me, but not my dignity. And yet, my brain is so awesome and to allow me to forget all the sagas and let me live in peace. Because if my brain is my crime, then I am not giving anybody an apology because I do not owe them one.