Rolled Up Trousers

Oh yes, the college girls come and go speaking of Ani De Franco. And yes, I too measure out my days with coffee spoons, a hundred years later and nothing has changed, only the numbers of the dead and the deranged have increased exponentially with deadly technology. Like the Caesars of old the power brokers of now stamp out the vestiges of an older order. And yes, i sit like an elderly sentry on the cusp of two centuries and views of the world expecting nothing better than what has come before. And yes, oh yes, seeing the gullibility and the tomfoolery of a world where you can be convinced with very little effort that up is down and that right is left holding the bag repeatedly and speaking ever more deletedly to fewer and fewer ears. What has changed? What has changed except the names used to describe the same old games of a gang of aggressive primates. Some are cannon fodder used to divert the lion and parade and preen when they are lucky to escape. Some are keen to produce more spawn so that we can do the same old con again. Some are at the center protected and gifted by a willing populace, unwilling to risk their own neck as long as some one else will. And some, with rolled up trousers sit on the edge knowing what is right but lacking the will to say so and creating for ourselves the post of sentry to ease the burden of a nagging conscience. Just sitting here watching the college girls come and go speaking of Ani DeFranco.