It’s a beautiful day in the day in the neighborhood; it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood would you be my, would you be my; would you be my neighbor; please won’t you be… my neighbor.
Hell to the naw! What an unpleasing warp of pretentious and mediocrity that exist in this ever dying unvalued society. As we exist in closeness our minds are shallow and running like a slave running from massa. No value, no time, and no eyesight to see for the smoke and mirrors that society dubs as its calling card.
Neighbor time is an all out gasp of “I don’t know them, “who are they”, “they aren’t good enough to even come in my yard”, and they aren’t the right color to live here.” Tangents, f-bombs, neighborhood war and many of I’m better than you, are what most neighborhoods thrive on as taking it to the street is the mere identity of the psyche that exist in a shallow off the beaten suburban enclave.
Time has changed; as it used to be kids playing together, neighbors socializing, neighborhood watch, and innocent friendships where bonds are formed forever. Fast forward into a society full of temptations, ill behavior, keeping up with the Jones’s, and a superficial mentality that breathes hot mess and no unity. Smoke and mirrors are the must haves that the neighborhoods’ of America have adopted making this the “it” theme of their households. Level it off with what you see isn’t what you get and you get an abundance of hoarders, breeders, and slave mentality acts that are divided by the ills and no wills with a robotic psyche as the common denominator.
Possibilities of human distortion and the confines of evil lays it’s breeding down into neighborhoods and into every white family, black family, latino family, and all the colors of the human rainbow who manage to accept and be spoiled rotten to achieve this everlasting cryptic of suggestive and false sense of living.
Living to be popular has advanced America like never before. Greatness has come out of this ruckus which has bread dropouts, debt, death, swag, instantaneous zombies, mind hoarding, bling, video girls, President Obama, and the sense of “I don’t need anyone to help me.” Welcome to American society as it progresses into a pit of hell only to be dug out by an unidentifiable life that is somewhere up there and virtually unknown to many.
Erie, confused, disgusted, and a small sense of hope is what most neighbors are thinking these days as they keep the party moving with falsehoods and undesirable rhetoric. What a sight to see as people partake in their arrangements to be better than their neighbor down the street. Displays of lack-luster abilities and confrontation are what drives and keeps most neighborhoods in the pits of hell. All is not fare in love and war, as neighborly schemes are made on the daily to keep what’s theirs up close and personal.
By: Literary Diva of (The Lit Factory) Blogtalk Radio
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