The world is chaotic.
There’s noise in the streets.
Verbal lines oozing of hate.
Females bitching and ranting.
Men whining and fighting.
Words spoken in anger.
Lines thought out carelessly.
Pointing fingers, caressing the blame game.
In a game of scapegoats and cover ups,
someone is gotta be framed.
Using their own weakness, short comings,
and inadequacies as a focus for lash judgments.
Instead of taking up responsibility for their actions.
Minding their own business, rebuilding their lives.
Taking care of their own families,
educating and supporting them.
Making their lives better, living better.
Drowning in an aura of positive thinking –
discarding hate, and all the negative thoughts.
The World doesn’t owe you anything.
Time veers on through each word spoken,
fleeting as the negative perceptions and
thoughts stashed in your system.
There’s something brewing in the streets.
Something is exploding from a distance.
Fumes of broken words splitting
carelessly like a smelly fart in a busy street.
Bleeding of turmoil – everyone has an opinion.
Strange connotations, tainted thoughts.