I'm sorry I've been gone for so long. I know, it kinda sucks ass. I was working non-stop and then my internet stopped working. I just got the hook up from Time Warner Cable. Thanks God! :). But yeah, I also just quit my job at the cafe I was working at cause I am tired of being treated like shit and being forced to work 12 hour days and such. I was there for three months and now I am trying to see what I can find now. I had an interview at Starbuck's. CROSS YOUR FINGERS! I hope to God that I get a job soon. Oh, and the cafe is holding my pay check that I borrowed against because I had to pay my rent. But how am I supposed to pay them back without the check? My thoughts exactly. Let's see how I can pay my rent now. BRING IT ON! Actually it's quite depressing....
Now a poem I wrote during one of my final days at the cafe. It was written after a conversation with a guy and he was telling me that America's youth doesn't care about history. I agreed with him.
My roommates J + A are moving out soon. THEY WILL BE MISSED GREATLY!
Now a poem I wrote during one of my final days at the cafe. It was written after a conversation with a guy and he was telling me that America's youth doesn't care about history. I agreed with him.
NO HISTORY
I’ve heard my grandmother countless times drill into my brain that our country is going to shit, that America’s youth doesn’t care, doesn’t care about history, about their heritage, about freedom.
And Grandma, you’re right... and wrong.
You can bet your ass I care about my freedom, my freedom that allows me to not trust our government and my freedom that allows me to talk about it.
But I don’t care about the freedom that tells me I can’t be in the FBI cause I smoked one joint in 8th grade, or the freedom that says,
“Hey, you’re a boy with a big, strong penis, off to war with you...what? No, your sister can’t come.”
And as for history, I’m betting that young people today, myself included, just don’t give a shit anymore.
We see death and corruption and greed before us.
History repeats itself, right?
So this must just be a repeat on t.v. on which we cannot change the channel, stuck watching shit like some Richard Simmons special with old people bouncing up and down with fat flaps hitting them in the face...or ya know, just CNN. Same thing.
So let’s all keep quiet about Dubbyah’s fuck ups and hey, how come he was allowed to AWOL, OOPS, I’ve said too much and I can feel the CIA gang marching up to assassinate me, yet I am allowed to talk about Billy Clinton’s blow job RELENTLESSLY and have the entire country behind me if I say impeach him.
So I’m sorry Grandma, for staining your reality with actual reality.
For being uncaring and as you’ve called me, “un-American,” about the trouble this country was in way back when. You’ve told me yourself, I can do nothing to change it, so why should I care?
Why should I care about stuff that seems useless to me now?
Useless trivia funneled into my brain like beer don my throat.
What I should give a shit about is now.
How to deal with what is flashed across my computer screen because I can’t afford cable to watch the news and I’m stealing DSL from the drug lords upstairs because seven dollars is enough to be making for minimum wage according to Republicans whose daddies handed them their jobs and titles and taught them how to lie and con people into trusting them.
So no, I’m not sure if the moon landing was faked, but who gives a shit about that when in the present I have to figure out if I believe if 9/11 was an inside job or not?
I have to figure out if I can believe in a war in God’s name when I don’t believe in war and I’m not too sure about God while still supporting our troops cause they want to be over there just about as much as I want them there fighting for a ridiculous empire of red states.
I have to drown out political agenda without earplugs. I have to work 'til I’m tired and listless so I can live in a world full of spoiled rich kids flinging orders at me with their tongues and credit cards.
I’m sorry I have no sense of history, of heritage. Though my great grandfather was a Nazi. Should I be proud of that Grandma? In my mind, I have no history.
I’ve heard my grandmother countless times drill into my brain that our country is going to shit, that America’s youth doesn’t care, doesn’t care about history, about their heritage, about freedom.
And Grandma, you’re right... and wrong.
You can bet your ass I care about my freedom, my freedom that allows me to not trust our government and my freedom that allows me to talk about it.
But I don’t care about the freedom that tells me I can’t be in the FBI cause I smoked one joint in 8th grade, or the freedom that says,
“Hey, you’re a boy with a big, strong penis, off to war with you...what? No, your sister can’t come.”
And as for history, I’m betting that young people today, myself included, just don’t give a shit anymore.
We see death and corruption and greed before us.
History repeats itself, right?
So this must just be a repeat on t.v. on which we cannot change the channel, stuck watching shit like some Richard Simmons special with old people bouncing up and down with fat flaps hitting them in the face...or ya know, just CNN. Same thing.
So let’s all keep quiet about Dubbyah’s fuck ups and hey, how come he was allowed to AWOL, OOPS, I’ve said too much and I can feel the CIA gang marching up to assassinate me, yet I am allowed to talk about Billy Clinton’s blow job RELENTLESSLY and have the entire country behind me if I say impeach him.
So I’m sorry Grandma, for staining your reality with actual reality.
For being uncaring and as you’ve called me, “un-American,” about the trouble this country was in way back when. You’ve told me yourself, I can do nothing to change it, so why should I care?
Why should I care about stuff that seems useless to me now?
Useless trivia funneled into my brain like beer don my throat.
What I should give a shit about is now.
How to deal with what is flashed across my computer screen because I can’t afford cable to watch the news and I’m stealing DSL from the drug lords upstairs because seven dollars is enough to be making for minimum wage according to Republicans whose daddies handed them their jobs and titles and taught them how to lie and con people into trusting them.
So no, I’m not sure if the moon landing was faked, but who gives a shit about that when in the present I have to figure out if I believe if 9/11 was an inside job or not?
I have to figure out if I can believe in a war in God’s name when I don’t believe in war and I’m not too sure about God while still supporting our troops cause they want to be over there just about as much as I want them there fighting for a ridiculous empire of red states.
I have to drown out political agenda without earplugs. I have to work 'til I’m tired and listless so I can live in a world full of spoiled rich kids flinging orders at me with their tongues and credit cards.
I’m sorry I have no sense of history, of heritage. Though my great grandfather was a Nazi. Should I be proud of that Grandma? In my mind, I have no history.
My roommates J + A are moving out soon. THEY WILL BE MISSED GREATLY!
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