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World

Kelly K. Darrow

    I try hard, so very hard in this existence. It is not that easy, fact of business is it’s a struggle sometimes. Society is just absolutely raping our well being and scrapping us down to piddley little dry bones. The hardness of this world will scratch the skin from our bones leaving us blowing in the wind like a brown tube of snakeskin. Killing in the streets, killing in the movies, politicians killing our sense of trust towards anything. Families treating each other like cancer does an organ leaving us without family, which should be the basic bond.
    Some may say, “Well that’s not my world.” My response is, “Well, then where the hell are you at.” Basically we are muddling through this life the only way that society has left for us to do it. Even the weather sucks in most places of the world leaving people desperate and depressed. People loosing their jobs and turning to crime, people getting murdered for senseless reasons, Priests molesting children, fathers molesting their daughters, gas prices and day care cost more than what a person would make if they went to work. It’s not worth it for them to work, that’s why they get on welfare; it’s not their fault. It is this system’s fault. I could go on and on. Then we wonder why people get on substances and anti depressants to deal with this shit. “If this isn’t your world?” Then where the hell are you?
    There is a problem when people are so tired and stressed at the end of a workday that they don’t speak. Who the fuck wants to, it’s too much trouble, takes to much energy and is way to time consuming. Have you watched the news lately? Don’t, it will only make you believe the way I do. We wouldn’t want that, would we?
    There were nine crime stories in a row on Monday’s nightly news. This being the first time I have watched the news in three months. No wonder I haven’t. What about the positive, you may ask? It is in the last ten seconds of the news while the credits are rolling. Fuck the news.
    The government, they are the biggest criminals of them all, and they are good at making one believe in the American dream. That is a sham if I ever saw one. American dream my ass. I can’t even afford my mortgage and don’t understand the paperwork I need to fill out to get the help I need and I’m College educated and not stupid. I also don’t understand the person from another country on the other end of the phone trying to explain to me how this American Document reads.
    Maybe organized religion can help, yeah right, keep on believing in that “Where was religion when the priest was raping the 3 year old? Where was the congregation of religious righteous individuals when a black man came into an all white church to worship?” I will tell you where the leaders of the congregation were. They were having a meeting trying to figure out how to persuade this black individual not to come back. Religion serves one purpose. It was created to manipulate people through the use of fear tactics. Tactics such as do this or you will go to hell; don’t do this or you will go to hell. Religion doesn’t scare me, I feel sorry for it and for the people involved in it.
    The simpletons of this world are the lucky ones if you think about it, morons working for the common good, funny huh? It’s sad but true. The morons have it good; they are too stupid to see things how they really are. I envy the morons of this world. If you’re a moron my hat is off to you in full salute.

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