Thursday, August 23, 2012

Just Hoping....

blend bland blight insight woes aplenty war on the TV while the Bank manager outside seeks their pound of flesh children fed a diet of violence and sex while the so called rightness scream with delight, their concealed anger hard to ignore while hatred "the musical" plays to the heights, star ratings for every performance, as ego driven poets churn out their latest timely reminder, that don't change nothing not even a light...

he reaches for another bottle a detinator in his hand he wants to blow up this stupid world and send them all to hell, then wifey appears she's ask's him whats he watchin as she puts the baby down, he quickly zaps the remote turns off the wrestling channel she don't like men in soft pants at half nine in the mornin..

she switches to the celebrity special it's the jackson man again the same thing happened to elvis she says with the remote in her hand,
she pushes that damn button it's whitney's time again how much cocaine can a body endure she quips to her man, a waste she says with a low view smile, anger conceit envy and decay no loving thoughts worth mentioning, it seems to be the way...

another button pressed a new age preacher appears promising all sorts of miracles for a very modest fee, she quickly presses the remote again cause she knows those sort of guys, she went out with one years ago she often wonders why, the baby makes that needy sound that only a mother understands, she passes baby to that same man who wooed her with that smile

in the kitchen she prepares a bottle the mix is a little thin, since they cut the welfare check she's short more than twice a week, the doctor told her not to worry he'll make up the weights as he gets older quick enough...

the mite sucks for all his worth his cheeks pumping so hard to get the last sup from his little hoard, she pushes the remote again tears come to her eyes, a thin child with sticks for legs appears his body covered in flies, can you get rid of that shit he says while tears roll from her eyes...

she does as she is told anxious not to upset him she has a brusied left arm and marks on her chin, to annoy him ain't the wisest thing she has the memories that last, be calm she smiles to herself while the mite sucks for his life, perhaps tomorrow she sighs tears welling up inside, i just wish hope would come along before the little one dies, just hoping she smiles, just hoping..... 


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