Her 88 year old bony legs sway over the cobblestone wall,
where she sits waiting for her Ride. Her feet don't quite touch the ground.
But Either Does Her Mind.
With her nylon jacket, patterned with geometric shapes.
She's not your typical senior waiting for the bus.
Somedays, I'm destined to stop and chat for a minute,
but it's just a glimpse, as the taxi I'm in passes her by.
there's no time.
And I wonder if her family, feels the time crunch as well.
Afterall, she is alone.
Once in awhile I'll catch her in the afternoon, lugging her groceries,
I cringe, at the images that enter my mind,
her brittlebones crumble from the heaviness
of a gallon of whole milk and a dozen eggs.
She is 88yrs old, which seems far more than the number in which she weighs
Everymorning, I anticipate her bony legs swaying over that cobblestone,
with sunken cheekbones, Black Lycra Leggings, and her flashy 80's windjacket...
Eyelashes, pronounced with Mascara.... Waiting....For someone who has time...
There is no natural ability, but instead these girls were picked based on looks, then taught to dance, and to barely sing. Then they are thrown out on tour, where millions of 12 year old scream and cheer for them. There is no substance to Pop Groups anymore, there is nothing Genuine. When people think of POP, thoughts like blonde girls who can't sing come to mind. Pop is no longer taken seriously, and I think it has become a joke in today's society. When adults buy cd's or mp3's of these pop groups and singers, we call it a guilty pleasure. Think about it, these groups do not play instruments, nor do they write their own songs, everything is done for them. ALL they have to learn is to lip sync on stage, and a couple repetitive dance moves.
Anyways, I will say that Britney Spears is my guilty pleasure not for her music, but due to the fact she's one crazy motherfucker. I like that about her.
If I could creat a holiday, any Holiday, it would be called, AIG PAYBACK DAY, or we could call it WALLSTREET GET'S BEAT DAY..We would all get back all the money those greedy motherfuckers stole from us. We'd burn their houses, and turn them upside down until every stolen penny falls out of their GUCCI pockets....Then we'd set them up with the public housing authority, who would give them an apartment in the projects in the roughest part of Harlem. We'd make sure it was bedbug infested, rat infested, with no heat or water. These Corrupt Greedy Motherfuckers need to get a taste of what it's like living like many struggling American Citizens, the Citizens that they're taking money from to pay for luxurious trips and Vacations...This Holiday would happen once a year, to ensure us tax payers aren't getting taken for a ride.
Everyone go out and Vote! Well....Only if you are voting for Obama...Otherwise stay home, Mccain Sucks, he is as old as dirt, and he's just as corrupt as the shady motherfuckers on Wall Street.
Just a Friend by Biz Markie
Nothing Compares 2 you-- Sinead O' Connor
Rump Shaker- Wreckz n Effect
I got a Man -Positive K
What's Going On- 4 NoN Blondes
Sex and Candy- Marcy Playground
Flagpole Sitta-Harvey Danger
Mamba no 5- Lou Vega
Dazzey Duks- Duice
These are all One Hit Wonders and we're all guilty of listening to them at one point or another, whether we ran to buy the cd, or we bopped our head to the beat while it played for the umpteenth time on the radio.
I open myself up, I'm a real girl, I have nothing to hide, and in turn I expect the same back. Nothing is genuine these days, people turn against you, when your not around, they make up nasty lies that benefit them without considering how potentially hurtful they could be. Whether earth shattering lies or petty white ones, they're toxic.
They are toxic to the ones they are about and they are toxic to the person telling them.
The truth has the ability to hurt as well, but the truth will set you free, I'd rather be damaged by truth, then be charmed with a lie.
see, I set myself up, up, up, just to fall harder, down,
A day, a week, a month, goes by,
the thoughts aren't gone, the feelings don't die.
For that familiar sting, of a dull metal rig
that peirces the skin, as the rush sets in,
Blanketed with warmth, like when the sun hits your face,
for the first time that day.
The role models these young girls have to choose from these days, are severely underweight, and if perhaps they do gain weight, they are on the covers of every magazine saying how fat they are. Back in the 50's a size 12 was considered beautiful. Marilyn Monroe was a size 12. Now it's Kate Moss, the coke queen herself. Who has to blow 4,234 lines of coke a day just to maintain the weight of a feather. I just want to shove a peice of cake down her throat.
The video below is what my daughter gets to look up to for role models. It's a sick world and it's time the stick figures of the world medicate with some cheesecake....