Since when
Do I reach an age
Can I write to strangers
Across the miles
While living in near luxury
While limbs are torn
Heads are severed
Women are *****
Children  removed from their parents
Forced to drink filthy water
Scrounging in the dirt
With muddied tears
Since when have these deeds gone on?
Before letters, scripts, shrouds, and candles
Since the light appeared
That, is since when.

Spontaneous text.. Dan Lehrman MSW

I am 31 years of age
I am broke
And work part time

I am fairly intelligent
And I enjoy documentaries

I live in a suburban neighborhood

I live in the home
Of
The Tournament of Roses

I think
America
Has a dim future

I watch Netflix
And Amazon Prime movies

I enjoy comedy
And gaming streams
On Twitch

I walk in gardens

And
I dream of living
In other households

Each night
A different
American home

A different culture
Different people

Would be fun

Generalizations
Aren't usually
A great idea

But Americans
Are a pretty good people

It's just our government
Bleh...
Not so great

My friend moved
Into a home
Built in 1915

The Rams won
Their first
NFL game today

Time goes on

She keeps asking
If I had, "A Nice Day?"

I still don't know
What that means

It was a good day
Yes

Let's assign it
A quality

Nice is not
An effective adjective
To describe a day

There is no money
No upward mobility
No career

I choose to
Do as I please

I guess I would
Have liked
To have worked
At that rehab center

To have been accepted
Into the MSW program

Oh well
It's all the same
To me

There are other bodies
To make a difference
In people's lives

I've spent so much time alone
I just want to be alone
WIth my Youtube

Just walking around
Walking around

People my age
Just look at the phones

I hardly see my friends
I drive around
Suburban
Socal neighborhoods

I wrote instructions
On where to bury
My ashes
When I am cremated one day

They are in my car
Please, no funeral
I added

I may be one of
The most kind
Most caring people
That ever lived

And not many people
Know that I guess

Nowhere to go
No one to meet
No money
None saved

This is my American life

I saw the asian man
In his 60's I believe
He looked strong and fit
Or he might be in his
Early 70's

One day
I may be
Without food
WIthout water

I wanted to have
More good times

Where did all the people go?
Where have they gone?

The people make this life real....
I don't know what to think
Or what to feel

I had a bean salad
For my last meal

My therapist
Had to leave
Her hubby got
A better job

She cared for me
But she did what
Was best for her family

I understand
I won't make
The same mistake
Again

Driving around
Driving around

I'm tired of this place

Well
At least
There is the internet