The Storm

I woke up this morning hoping for the first sunny day in forever, but, as usua, the sun hid behind a thick cloud of smog.

Today’s forecast calls for a torrential downpour of teenage tears falling into heartbreak later this afternoon.

No surprise, yesterday opened with scattered hopes and dreams.

Tomorrow’s prediction is yet to be known, but the way the climate changes nowadays it could be anything from Nuclear Holocaust brought in from the east to shallow last breaths from the north.

Imagine this is your future, and right now its all you have left.

The heavy ash from the burnt bridges poured a heavy acid rain on your once-happy marriage last week, leaving your already wind-swept heart barely beating.

Call me callous, but I’m not worried about Global warming or the Middle East.

Welfare, Affirmative Action mean nothing more than a healthy debate in my eyes.

What does catch my attention is the amount of teenagers found hanging from a shower curtain over the banister of their two story homes.

There needs to come a time when society as a whole lets go of the choke-hold it has on America’s throat.

OJ Simpson, Paris Hilton are nothing to me, but the kid you threw mashed potatoes at today, he is the one deserving of worship.

You beat him, kick him and ignore his cries for help. But when he finally snaps and shoots up the school, he’s crazy.

America needs to grow up and realize what type of a world their kids are being raised in. You treat them like children instead of adults, and they snap when they feel belittled.

America needs to realize that as the country has gotten older and more “civilized’, the poor and ignored eat away at it’s feet like parasites on a decaying carcass.

Schizophrenia, Manic Depression. These are the true problems. Ignored children growing up to be criminals. Their children grow up without a father, where does the cycle end?

The forecast on the day of my “untimely demise” calls for a torrential downpour of teenage tears falling into heartbreak late this afternoon.

Call the scattered brain fragments the aftereffects of the greatest disaster the world could bring forth at this time.

And I’m sorry if I woke you with the gunshot, but judging by the sudden climate changes I predict a wave of them sweeping deeper and deeper into our population until finally the storm passes on.