Life?This shallow pointless journey
is procreation the sole reason we are here?
To continue a path of darkness
the bleak future our only goal.
Help ourselves to the world around us
consume it before you are consumed.
Doomsday tales and shortened years
a day once long now a season in the blink of a eye.
Why if we only listened to the elders tell it
a lifetime passed feels like only weeks.
Is the constant pressure of servitude all for naught?
Break time for Ken He had the current hit by Ke$ha running through his head on repeat. Or maybe it was Britney Spears. Honestly it made no difference as he thought them all to be basically the same, a talent less drone of a girl with slightly better than average looks and some tits. Frankly just the fact the song was stuck there was the most frustrating part as he was trying to relax during his 15 minute break. Had he paid any attention to the small print at the bottom of the fifty television displays he would have been able to pinpoint exactly which of the "hack" performers had invaded his private time. Instead of taking a second to look behind him from the electronics counter he had been gawking at the phone rep, who deserved to be a mega-popstar in his mind if she could only sing a little or had a penchant to show more cleavage. He didn't really know much about her singing but clearly he couldn't raise his eyes to hers as she leaned on her counter.
Poor ChildHis room is nearly black, although a small line of light pours in from the slightly cracked open door and falls upon the center of his room. He grabs his stuffed monkey around the neck, clutching it as one would a life preserver during a shipwreck. The blankets a mostly off his body and fear is close by on his face as a muffled thud comes from outside the room. He rises up gently placing his feet on the floor and slowly moves into the light dragging the monkey by the arm. Nothing can be seen in the hall as his eyes adjust to the dim light.
He calls out, “Mommy?”
Shadows are at play dancing along the walls, he cannot make out the shapes definitively. He pulls the monkey up to hug it around the stomach as he approaches the door. Slowly he places each foot down, trying to see the unseen, moving closer. The sound of glass shattering and water gushing pours in from outside the room. He emerges into the hallway to find the family photos are knocked askew and a mirror has been sha