Welcome to Livin’ in the City

When you first move to the city, you feel sorry for the homeless.

You give what you can, to this person shivering, with blood and puss coming out of their face and think about how your helping.

Then weeks go by,

And the same homeless people are sitting in the same corners.

With the same blood and puss stains.

Leaves fall

Snow hits

And they are in the same spots,

doing the same thing.

Almost like a job.

So you stop feeling bad,yet at the same time,

you start feeling bad, because you don’t feel bad anymore.

You look through these people,

through their eyes,

the sores on the side of their face.

You ignore their questions,

bury your face in your phone.

Then,

after awhile,

you don’t feel anything,

which is worse part of all.

 

Greatest Invention Ever

Every time I use the oven, the smoke alarm goes off.

I’ve tried everything

I’ve taken the batteries out, but then the maintenance man bitches

I’ve moved it to the other side of the kitchen, but then it picks up smoke from the neighbors

I’ve placed a fan towards the vents, only to have the alarm go off.

I guess somethings are meant to be annoying.

The only combatant I have these days is headphones.

Beep Beep

Neighbors pound and shout “WHAT’S GOING ON IN THERE!”

But I only hear Tom Petty running down a dream.

God Bless Bose