Chicken Wings

Offense: We'll all be interacting with television, spending loads of money on gadgets and conveniences. The library is dead. The smell of a room full of books forgotten. Manipulation into competitiveness and race hate. Flailing chickens in a pen being wagered upon. Lady Liberty got her cherry popped in the worst kind of way. This mood of all or nothing, who drew first blood, needing strategy day by day to earn enough to afford to be cursed with sitting at work and home and in-between those chicken wings sauced with hostility and insubordination. Entertained by greedy preachers or festering molesters.

I feel balanced. I've accepted the wait for death or revenge. Or confirmation.

Closure. Whose hand keeps raising the ladder I'm climbing? The glares, the suspicion.