in the booth of a slightly upscale burger place
my mother brother & i discussed how the idea of religion makes us feel
claustrophobic
how we would much rather be talked with
than talked at
how A.D.D. only exists so that people can pin a problem to their shirt
and how kids are given tootsie pops to pledge to be 'drug free!'
as their parents fill them up with Ritalin
so they can get A's like the other kids.
i glanced to my left and saw a mother, a father & a son
her nails were very painted
and his face was glazed over with judgement
they had nothing to say to each other.
and when they smiled at the waiter it was not with their eyes.
May 20, 2011
May 20, 2011 at 3:27 PM UTC
in the booth of a slightly upscale burger place
my mother brother & i discussed how the idea of religion makes us feel
claustrophobic
how we would much rather be talked with
than talked at
how A.D.D. only exists so that people can pin a problem to their shirt
and how kids are given tootsie pops to pledge to be 'drug free!'
as their parents fill them up with Ritalin
so they can get A's like the other kids.
i glanced to my left and saw a mother, a father & a son
her nails were very painted
and his face was glazed over with judgement
they had nothing to say to each other.
and when they smiled at the waiter it was not with their eyes.
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