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I’m livin in white trash hell.

last night I was kept up most of the night by yet another party next door

…I’d have complained to the building manager but we don’t have one right now

this morning I got ready for work and went out to get on my trike to discover that some pissant has siphoned off my gas…

when I came back into the building to call the cops I discovered that the recycle bin out of the lobby had been stolen – small wonder the front door was proped open with a stone…

some security building huh?

this afternoon I get home from work and run into the ass hole from next door…

so I start in with…”havin a celebration last night were ya?”
(I’m about to give the stupid ass a large piece of my mind)

and he answers…
“yup I was celebratin…cos as of last night I’m the new building manager!”

fuck me

the Voice of Doom and I need to move

I am often struck
speechless
by symbolism

as I am
by the music
that plays though out
the songbook of my life

and I weep…

the vision of a grieving mother
being offered a folded flag
as a token of a county’s esteem

the ideology of a veteran
laying his own medal
on the coffin of a brother in arms
that didn’t make it out

the depth and breath
of honor and
heart gripping glory
in the colors of our county

combined with
the heart wrenching
music of the era

brings on feelings
of utter loss

complete and total loss
for that which has not happened to me

for those that have been lost
that I never knew

and now
stand no chance
of ever meeting

I am bereft.