broken cell phone

you speed along asking yourself if this is a friendly universe. and this greedy-calorie-consuming-brain sucks down another glass on the rocks. and you dance at parties with globs of wasted food. and your own plastic plate finds the trash can with more nutrients than you can stomach. and the consequences of activity wear you down. and your tired feet and skateboard get you across town. and you sleep in your car. your slurred words are mistaken for accidents. like getting behind the wheel and falling asleep as the lines blur blurry white trails across your fragile cerebral cortex as it's firing on liquid fuel and intoxicants. and then you wake up. and then the news. and then the navy kills pirates and makes heroes of wealthy nations. malnourished skin withers it's last glow. the world's rising middle class get microwaves. and obesity plagues the states. and food prices are going up. and a few african fishermen use their boats to find different fish to stay alive. and we remake robin hood all the fucking time but still feel like heroes when we gun down these poor thieves. and so what if i made fun of those kids for going to private school.