The Human Race

Christmas

 Christmas time.

The holidays.

Families putting on fake smiling faces just as fake as the Christmas tree that takes 30 minutes to set up.

Trying their best to stay happy around family members that can't stop pissing them off.

Broke.

And even more broke after the holidays.

Spending money on ungrateful children, that will throw their toys all around the room in a tantrum.

Stringing lights that bring a nice Christmas vibe to the house..

Then finally putting on the Christmas angel that doesn't quite fit and teeters on the edge... Just like your tears around this time..

The Human Race

 Looking at the decaying matter of the earth we call the human race.

Unemployed disasters.

Wearing collared t- shirts, and beaten up New Balances,

wearing a permanent frown, hoping that one day someone would call them back.

The room fills up with faces that have seen much better days.

Faces that should very well be retired.

Skinny legs.

Fat tummies.

6 foot 4 inches of failure.

Beaten and battered uggs.

Hair pulled tightly in a ponytail hoping that it would somehow make your smile show and your personality not seem so dry.

Form a line, as if by instinct.

Diverse population of the unemployed.

Why are you here?

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