Musings and Poetry

My collection of poems, stories, and fitful spurts of creative energy.

April 25, 2004

Amtrak is Overrun!

Lower middle upper lower white trash have taken over the first 16 seats of my Amtrak train car.

Younger middle aged grand parents with 3 couples: Oldest, Middle, Youngest with accompanying spouses. All couples trailing two or three children. Even the early late teen girl with her street-beard wearing boyfriend slash fiance slash kid who knocked her up have a little one.

Momma #1, tripping over her double negatives to barely legal teen dad over the head of sugar juiced child #1: "Don't be fuckin' with dat 'tude af'er you done ask me to marry you."

Momma #2 to Daddy #3 after Whiny Spoiled Brat #2 complains about losing her seat to Sleeping Teen Dad #1: "Don't say it's okay to sit back dere, she [Whiny Spoiled Brat #2] lost her fuckin' seat.

Momma #3 chiming in after previous statement: "Don't be fuckin' talkin' shit like dat to my husband [Daddy #3]"

The script that followed could have been transcribed from two ghetto teenage girls squabbling in a school yard.

My cheeks flash red with blood on their behalf, as none seem phased by such a display.

And some think I'm a threat to the sanctity of marriage and family!