Wake Up, Get Busy
They drag race on the parkway behind my house every night at 10:30 PM. Tricked out, souped up Hondas, Nisans and modified street cars. They conduct street take overs at intersections doing donuts with cars and wheeles on motorcycles. Mufflers blast like gun shots in the night.
Don’t they have to be somewhere in the morning to work?
Don’t they have to pay bills for stuff like milk, eggs, butter?
Fireworks crackle after midnight from Memorial Day thru Labor Day.
Fireworks cost money. Don’t they have to sleep and be somewhere in the morning like me?
Teens horseplay at the mall for hours. Fueled by boredom, anger, raging hormones and tic tok.
Do schools no longer assign homework? Do they still administer tests? Are there still career counselors? Do teens have dreams of anything beyond their screens and their screams of carnal, vulgar outbursts?
Tatoos cover bodies of persons whose checks bounce.
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Gamers play games for days on end only taking breaks to pee and eat pizza while pounds pile on and minds turn to mush.
Hours are lost scrolling and trolling while decisions made in the real world are sealing their fate.
Shinny objects and mind numbing distractions cloud their thinking. Conspiracy theories and misinformation poison whatever’s left of critical thinking.
More and more people only can recall what was said last or what was said loudest. They suffer from historic, cultural and intellectual amnesia. Actually it is not they who suffer but it is I who observes them sleepwalking through life.
They’re up to date on the latest song, dance step and social media gossip. But they have no interest in what happened in the world last week or before that time horizon.
They have no idea of the monsters that lurk beyond our shores, in our neighborhoods, our schools and even in our families. They remain blissfully unaware of their status as pawns about to be swept off the board. The bridge ahead is out.
The die has been cast.
The wolves are licking their chops.
Just turn up the volume on the ratio and enjoy the song.
No, get busy before it’s too late.
