Grandfather is weeping and the desert soaks up the moisture. Drums beat a heavy rhythm as the children dance. Minds are a wasting wasting away in a land or future in the present. The whine of computer screen threatens to drive us mad. Techno-hallucinogenic cyber-virtual reality replaces Barny and sesamee street. Grandfather is weeping and the asphalt, absorbs the salty drops. TV sitcoms becoming the moral structure or tomorrow's leaders. Chemical warfare is a thing of the past, we have created viruses. It's no longer hey baby what's your sign, as a pick up slogan but, hey babe what's your cellphone number. Elementary school kids wearing beepers. Because the cost of daycare is too high. After all we have to pay the car payment, credit cards student loans and taxes and with this we can always reach you. So don't play too rough cause beepers aren't cheap. Better yet try not to play at all. Grandfather is Weeping and his tears fall upon metal and Plexiglas to bead up and run down. Semi-automatic isn't good enough anymore. So buy a catalog and order the kit to make fully automatic. Can't be behind the times the faster the gun the better the drive bye. Cause people are blind when they want to be. Your blind too right? that's why you didn't see the little ones the babies and toddlers. Grandfather is Weeping his tears fall onto hydroponic plants and a Brady bunch lawn. Grandfather is dying we are dying, babies are dying animals are dying. Not to feed the masses, but to feel phamasutical company wallets and they employ the masses. Don't bite the hand that feeds your addiction. We will be the grandparents we will weep someday and where will our tears fall?
Reason for writing:
after living in a big city coming from a smalltown and seeing
so many people and disease and violence I suppose i just wanted
to vent, respond and this is how i channeled my anger, sometimes
outrage. At the least this was much healthier then anything
else i could have done
Birth sign: Aquarius
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