UMM

“UMM”

BY SHEB SCHEBELLA

 A strange man in a strange land perhaps I have been gone to long. I moved all most as far as I can to the north to avoid big cities and all the beauty that goes with it. The dopers, illegal aliens, pretentious house wives that can’t find Canada on a map, big fat sleazy men that believe they are brilliant marketers because they hand out free coasters as they pimp Coors Light Beer, punk ass kids on ridalin driving their leased cars. People purchasing 800,000.00 dollar homes when they make 40,000 a year thinking they can pull it off, and then just can’t believe where it all went wrong.  Just because one qualifies never means they have what it takes to truly survive. Lottery lines in the liquor store, people all believing they have a lucky vibe while they hold their shit soaked baby saying “Gonna hit it this time.” A man behind that one replying “I aint ever had a fare shake.” To Goddamn bad, I never ran across the Polish collage fund either, but I some how managed to carve out a path. It always seems to be someone else’s fault when people miss the fine print, but surely it is never there illiteracy that equates into the math. Someone save me, someone help me, someone bail me out. A young lady frets while standing in the “Ten Items or Less Line“I know I was watching American Idol, when perhaps I should have paid a little more attention to the economy and politics. California’s 3 million illegal immigrants cost tax payers 9 billion a year, umm hand me a beer.

 I am burned out on ignorance and why people remain illiterate by choice. I am in it for the children, veterans and stray dogs. Every boom has its bust and sadness rains across the land. Oh I have empathy for some, there are always innocent victims, I know about loss and what it cost and the evil that drips from the crack in the ceiling into my cornflakes. Don’t mind me these are just my morning thoughts.