I once aligned with a band of gypsy thieves
and we worked so well together.
We stole and we robbed …
and we robbed and we stole …
Perfection … as birds of a feather.
Each and every time they'd wind up in my town
our villainy grew greater and bolder.
I did my best to keep up with them,
as I was quite a bit older.
I don't see them 'round the block these days …
In fact, as of late … I've heard nothing at all.
No “Fuck you” … No letters … Not even a “Goodbye” …
No emails, nor a text or a call.
And so here we are … in our brave new world …
where convenience dictates the theft of once-sacred-kinship.
“Friend” … “Unfriend” … no effort whatsoever …
You simply crack your mouse like a whip.
And oh, what a painful hole it's made …
This hole in my heart that it leaves.
There is seemingly no honor left anymore …
Not even honor among thieves.
Picayune at present … It's all about “I, Me, Mine”.
And why feel troubled by this death of communication …
when all in your world is fine?
What a sad and vacant lot some newer souls seem to be.
Heartfelt closeness, now a tradition-turned-folklore from the past.
Weeds and leaves slowly covering them up …
with no real love ever built there to last.
And still … my heart … dictates that I miss them.
This is my generational piece about the sad state of affairs that (anti)social media has brought upon the youth of today. I am appalled that the politicians and bureaucrats would rather make gun laws than address this horrible scourge. IMHO, THIS is the REAL root of the problem causing these mindless shootings.
And NOBODY is addressing this!
If in the name of commerce, then we have slipped into a very much darker time than even I am imagining right now ...
Their obsession with this mindless, empty lifestyle has made them all but sociopathic. They engage in whisper campaigns and organized, yes ORGANIZED, bullying in order to keep themselves and their "followers" in some sort of twisted and depraved "pecking order" on a scale the likes of which no generation before has EVER witnessed. It has, and continues to, cause the victims of this pack mentality to commit harm to others in backlash and even SUICIDE to be freed from its hateful and tormenting assault.
Their starving search for acknowledgement, recognition, validation and respect has led them to posting "shock"-type behaviors, like showing their "junk", or some ill-gotten loot or another person in a compromising or embarrassing situation ... and even threatening (and now carrying out) SHOOTINGS! All in their screaming request for attention.
BUT ... this need can NEVER be fulfilled by a cold, glass screen. The very thing they are seeking these desperately needed things from IS, in fact, the VERY THING that is, and will continue to, KEEP them from it!
They are losing touch with their own feelings and sadder still, what it means to have a real life and a real friend!
I've YET to see a screen that can reach out and give you a HUG!
Also, this work has NOTHING to do with the Band called Company of Thieves. They are good friends of mine and I speak to Marc, the guitarist all the time. I simply "stole" their moniker (and the very idea of that phrase) and a few trivia's about them, mischievously, to use as a vehicle to tell this tale about how the youth of today don't HAVE friendships, they STEAL them, literally AND figuratively!
I LOVE the way it turned out. It was perfect.
If you've never heard of them, you will. If you don't wish to wait, just Google them or better still, search for a playlist or their new EP "Better Together" on YouTube. They are one of my all-time favorite bands and just NOTHING short of AMAZING!
You can (and will) thank me later!