short thoughts

Eyes glazed with judgement thanklessly peirce my flesh and strip me down to a mere skeleton. The commonality that is supposed to unite a species is gone. The smacking of their lips and the disgusting film on their teeth move around in tandem motion as they chomp on their gum and engage in pointless, vapid banter. Clocks are ticking on great walls somewhere. In the offices that control the world crucial work is taking place, bells are ringing, all the while they have no part in this. Eyes dart back at me as though they are trying to hate me, hate me with a smile or a laugh. They try to hate me with sureptitious comments and failed attempts at small talk. Songs from top 40 radio station are the soundtracks to their lives.