Storms A Comin'

 

The sky outside can’t make up its mind, rather it wants to be blue or grey. As for my own head, well it feels about the same. Chewing down my gummies there’s a sweet taste lingering in my mouth. While the sky outside grows darker and darker, looks like its headed south. As for me it’s hard to say where I’m headed, my body says to get up, but my head wants to go back to bed.

In this semi-urban spawl, if you want to call it that. Small towns sprung up between miles and miles of Georgia Pine. Erasing from your imagination any idea of what this land was like a hundred years ago. With a freshly paved expressway rolling aimlessly to the beach. This place looks nothing like what it did a mere 50 years ago. But apparently the attitude has stayed the same, with the Fat Cats in Atlanta and Washington telling these paranoid want-a-be Lumber Barons how to think.

But today there are no lumber barons now, just corporations and big power owning the land your Great-Granddaddy’s sold years ago. And all your left with are a few broke down log trucks and a crew of young hungry families living from paycheck to paycheck. Not much worse off than you, but without the large dangling bank note. Yet we all are still willing to cut off our nose in spite of our face, just to uphold a lie that kept those same Great-Granddaddy’s hanging from a noose.

All to keep up the myth that we are somehow better than them. Voting against our own interest just to keep the rich man dancing on Grandpa’s grave. A storms a coming and that $6 a gallon fuel ain’t going to get no cheaper. While a Porsche from Atlanta rolls down that same expressway tossing out a fat cigar into the pinestraw still laying on the ground.     

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