Here it comes
Woke to the sound of gunfire. Twilight, just enough to make out the shapes moving up the street. No doubt about it, the jerky, stiff movement, Zombies. We've talked about this, mostly a joking attitude, but now, it is upon us. The Zombie apocalypse is here. We have our bug out bags, plenty of ammo, still no solid plan. Hearing gunfire around the area, it is a tough decision to either head out, and try to organize an army of living, or hunker down, wait it out. Chaos rules right now, don't want to be shot by a trigger happy living. It is a battle out there, friends and family out there. I need to go join the fight. Can't believe this day has come. The number dead shuffling about is staggering. Searching to eat the living. Today is definitely the first day of the rest of my life.
Some People
We are all broken
The votes are in the people have spoken
Not yet though
The protesters aren't done
They can't take that Donald has won
To the streets they take
Gimme a break
What is the point
What is to prove
It's an election
We'll never have perfection
We are a great nation
United we stood
So get it together
For the future is good
We are the people
We need to work together to make it things better
Don't like it
Get out of the streets and write your congressman a letter
A friend once told me
Oh yeah, Friday night. Cranking the Talking Heads, their singing about burning down a house. I'm fresh outta the shower, already drinking straight from the bottle. My roommate thinks I'm crazy, I've trashed our dorm room a time or two in a drunken rage. He knows better than going out with me. I know Jack makes me an angry drunk, but once I manage to get through that stage, it sure is fun... I think.
I join my gang of friends and head out to look for a party, they are easy to find. We generally don't last long, most of the parties don't appreciate the rowdy, obnoxious group we are. We are really good at drinking, a lot, and enjoy making trouble.
Eventually our group thins out. We either hook up, or pass out. I, on the other hand, have the tolerance of a sailor, don't ever seem to get enough alcohol. A loner now, I am still looking for a good time. I come upon a dorm with pumping music, and I know it's happening in there. I try the door, locked, no problem, knock, knock, knock. I wait, shuffling my feet to keep upright, no answer. No problem. This door has a window, I have a fist. I punch through the window and am reaching for the lock, and now this guy comes to door. He is yelling at me telling me how much trouble I'm going to be in. Yeah right. He pushes the door open, I take a swing, and miss. He takes a look at the blood running from my hand, says "Jesus!", and heads back inside saying he's calling the cops.
Never really liked being drunk and dealing with cops, I decide it's time to go. I figure it's probably a good idea to run back to my room. Where I live, is a cluster of nine buildings we call "stacks", with a courtyard in the middle. I make it to the courtyard, start heading for my stack. That's when I heard her calling my name. Oh yes, I've seen her at Saga, where we eat our meals. She's calling me over and inviting me in. Lucky for me, it's dark out.
I get to her room and she's a little shocked to see a sweaty, bloody, drunk, who is running from the cops. She says her roommate is gone for the weekend, so I can hide out here. I'm dripping blood from my hand all over her floor. She tells me to be still, and gets a warm wash cloth to clean up my hand. She sits me on her bed and cleans up my cuts, then pulls off my shirt, more of the wash cloth. She pulls my shoes, then my socks. I laugh when she starts to take off my jeans. She grabs at the waistband of my underwear and yanks them off. I can't believe this is happening. She is seriously on fire! She is undressed and on me. I being kissed, scratched, pinched, and rode like I'm in a rodeo. It's fast, furious, and hot. I feel like I'm floating. I like the rhythm of the sound of our bodies pounding together. I feel dizzy watching her breast bouncing away. She stiffens, cries out, then shudders. I explode. Now we are both a sweaty mess as she collapses on top of me. I drift away while kissing and sucking.
I wake in the morning, alone, naked, in a strangers bed. Clothes neatly folded, and piled next to the bed. Got dressed, headed to the Saga, really needed water, decided to have breakfast. Sat down with my roommate, who was also having breakfast. Had to ask why he was looking at me like a medical examiner? He wanted to know how I got the bruises on, and around my neck. Then she sat down to join us and gave me a wicked smile. Then he saw her "bruises",and just smiled knowingly.
So said a friend of mine.
It’s a struggle
An unfortunate waste of time, money, and life
Leaving loved ones broken hearted, with strife
A disease, because left untreated it could kill
Sneaky deceit becomes a skill
Trust that's been earned, has been torn and shred
But everything's fine in the addicts head
And then, one day there DEAD!
Life is tough
Live, Love, Laugh
Yeah wouldn't that be great
A motto to live by
There are many to debate
An individual life
Yet affected by so many around
You can let it bring you strife
Or take an inventory
The manifest in your heart and soul
Throw out the ones that beat you to the ground
Life is yours, decision abound
Way to short to worry and fret
Because soon it is over
And that's a sure bet