The cartels had lied. The school system had lied. Disney had lied. So you direct your pent-up anger at society
Everything was supposed to be good. Everything was supposed to be fair. But here you sit steeped in your anxiety
The anger had been building from different sources for different people. The meager life savings paid to the coyote for the long march to the border
Only to be parked in a cold uninviting city, unfamiliar food, no family, and as in your home country, still at the bottom of the pecking order
You proudly went to Sunday School after your grandma blessed your little heart dressed in you new Easter outfit
But the same snooty classmates all had nicer clothes, rolled their eyes when they saw you coming and left you miserable but to silently deal with it
The job you so desperately wanted was offered to someone else as they checked all the boxes and had a prettier face.
So you grind on in your current job losing hope of advancement but frustrated with the realization you are a very insignificant player in this big rat race
Living in your mother’s basement after the divorce you continuously sought other living arrangements but to no avail
The price of rent and child support had you living paycheck to paycheck and now the DUI was the final coffin nail
So you look for companionship wherever it’s offered. People who understand. People with a kind word. People who accept you
It might be a relative, a chance meeting on the street, or a social media event with people sharing your trials and the angry rhetoric you spew
It’s an us against them mentality. They don’t understand. They look down on us. They really are not worth living
They have it all, and we don’t. So just take what you want because after all, to us they’ve never been overly forgiving
So you steal, hurt, maim, and destroy. Ignore all laws, obliterate history, and prey on good intentions
You push until someone pushes back and only then scream for liberal justice increasing political tensions
Patience is not a virtue. Entry level work is for suckers. The ticket to a good life better be free or someone will pay
And the politicians waking to the fact the political system they’ve been robbing for years is doomed, will bail on the citizens much to America’s dismay
An Observer of Life in Bad Poetry 