Times have changed—
So much that Detroit has decided to just cut blocks off of their city,
Leaving the few broken people living there to fend for themselves.
Make their own laws,
Figuring out how to get
Water,
Food
And electricity to their forgotten about homes.
Figuring out how to to teach their forgotten about kids that this is not all there is out there—
This is not all there is to look forward to.

Times have changed—
They are firing police officers in areas where they are needed most;
Where calls of dead body’s out weight actual police officers to investigate.
Where B&Es, go unanswered until 12-24 hours after the fact.
Where it takes 5 hours for officers to get to a domestic violence call on a man beating his pregnant wife.
Why?
Because of 3 murders and two suicides.

Times have changed—
This is where the recession has taken us,
This is what happens to insecure humanity.
I turn on the tv to hear news anchors stating:
“We are coming out of this”,
“Stocks on wall street are rising”,
“Unemployment levels are dropping”.
Anyone wonder why unemployment rate is plunging without hearing anything about jobs being made?
Because peoples unemployment time has ran out,
That’s their last string holding them to what little hope of survival they had left just snipped right down the middle.
Americas jumping for joy because statistically we aren’t paying for the survival of as many people
Which logically seems that we are coming out of this.
But deep in there psyche they know that none of these people have gotten jobs,
They can’t.
Years out of the job market has stripped them of what little requirements they have to qualify them for a job.
So how do they survive?
How do they take their anger out from being screwed out of the American dream?
They shoot,
Steal,
And do drugs.
Anything to get their minds off of what they where promised when their ancestors came to America.
This is where the recession has brought us—
This is the new american dream—
Man— times have changed.

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Shadowboxer | Fiona Apple

I’m jumbled,
Unaware if what I want is YOU
Or
If I want what I may have imagined you to be.
Uncertain if I truly want you with your flaws and indecisiveness;
With your lack of ability to keep a job, to stay out of trouble.
Or
What I remember of you.
The way your eyes always land upon mine first no matter who else is in the room.
Your ability to make me feel as though I’m the most interesting women you have ever met.
The way you ever so slightly graze my hand when you pass me,
The way you look at me when you think I have stopped paying you any attention.
The way you move just a tiny bit forward in the seat of your chair,
Exploding into questions,
Almost as if you get jealous
When I mention another guys name in your presence.
But those things could be all in my head.
Theres a possibility that I could be—
Maybe?—
Making you out to be special,
My once in a life time opportunity.
However, although you may have those flaws;
Although, I probably am manipulating the situations,
That doesn’t change the fact that I’m in love with you.
But—
That’s not where my real problem resides,
Should I just let you slip from my grasp
Simply because I have no concrete evidence.
Or
Should I stay,
Simply because it would hurt to much to let you walk away.

Now that’s romance!

Hmmm says a lot about character. Wish more girls realized they don’t need a man next to them at all times!

Hehe!

I love Betty white!

I miss those days!

This brings a smile to my face!