Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Sun People
Sun People
We were only four, now we are up to ten – and growing!
We seek shelter under the stretched arms of the trees and
Numb our senses with currents of beer. It's almost like therapy
Dispersed with camaraderie. We are soldiers in the battle to
Forge on valiantly, we can only shake our heads and bring a beer
Can to our lips, as it curls up to sip, instead of fall down in defeat
It is not healthy to keep it bottled inside. The rage, the feeling
Of impotence, and fear of what’s to become of us. Mario there
Relays how his wife dropped him from her insurance plan
He who needs constant medical supervision due to his diabetes
“I don’t know where I’ll get my meds now.” He says bewildered
What happened to “for better or for worse?” He rolls his eyes
I’m thinking of going back to school, at this stage of my life
Well, it is better than to watch soap operas. We concur that this
Recession has shed light on the fact that if we don’t provide, we
Become a nuisance, and a load to carry. Sex? Forget about it.
She hardly speaks to me with civility. “You know what?” Manuel
Says. We should go every Thursday to the senior citizen club
“Why?” the rest coincide. Because it’s dance day and there's a lot of single women, who need an escort of sorts. Look, times have changed in so many ways. I know a guy who's 35, and living with a 70 yr. old broad. He resembles a storefront mannequin with lots of gold chains, and not enough fingers to wear all his gold rings. At that age don’t expect to have a lot of sex, although I think I’ll need a stiff...
Drink to become stiff myself."Ha ha ha." they all laugh. Yet, it's
Not so funny. You know my girlfriend cleans houses, and outright
This man asks if she is willing to clean in the nude for a higher fee.
It makes me so angry how people are taking advantage of this
Recession. I mean I was making 40 an hour, and now they want to
Hire for a quarter of that. Fuck them, I’ll find a way somehow…
“Please pass me another beer. I need it to face my wife when I go
home, she always asks if I found a job. Not even a kiss or hello
first. I tell her, I’ll find something good – soon. But you know
there are guys with masters competing in the job pool. I guess I'll
Go back to school, but so far the school of life has taught me that
Without money, there is no self-respect, dignity or humanity.”
"Amen!" All concur.
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