a poem of sorts

Crumbs

Change the world

break down the barriers

look harder, inside,

insight

Apathy grows

and shrinks

So sympathize for a day

Appreciate life!

Disaster will change the world

When it’s in the spotlight

For a moment we care

finally reality in

sinks

But what happens when the channel changes

We all go back to the same old thing

That fifty inch plasma screen

like you, it shows only false images

You wanna Supersize that?

Heck yes!

Or self conscious celebrities starving by choice

But still they consume,

consume,

consume.

Showcasing a 7^th dream home

Souping up Jags

and Ferraris

Buying $1000 dresses (for one night venues)

Which is more depressing to watch?

Your favourite store closed out

Who would have thought

Corporations undercut prices

to beat your neighbours

down

Greed.

Wealth.

Power.

Our proverbial things

necessary for survival

Disregard for the law

Your safety is taken for granted

Should mine be too?

And school, your job.

Privileges

What will happen when you wake up and it is gone

No longer able to

Drive down the block for milk

Max out credit cards in return for happiness J

Fly to Cancun for vacations

Instead we find

Nothing nothing nothing nothing’s

left

So I write letters for human rights

And I sign petitions

Spreading the message

But still I sit in bewilderment

Seeing the nation

Engorged in our daily rituals

So alien and over dramatic

Teetering on the brink

It will all come crashing down

Society

Falling

Humanity

Failing

Was it worth it?

the robot voice box

I recently experienced a life altering event. It has scarred me and scared me for life. I was innocently packing little pills into blister packs during my regular exciting Sunday at Pharmasave when I heard a strange and alarming voice. IT sounded like a Star Wars character gone haywire, yet it was asking for a perscription. I looked up in alarm to see a small wrinkly old man (not so uncommon for Summerland and not so exciting either) but the thing about this guy is that he had what looked like a cross between an electric shaver and one of our barcode scanners. It was his voice, literally. He held it up to his throat, and voice box i'm assuming, and instead of the words coming out of his mouth they came out of the shaving scanner. The little machine said his words as he said them, only in a scary robotic voice. Being unsure of how sensitive this man was I pretended to ignore it, secretly hoping he'd talk again so I could sneek another peek at the 'voice' He spoke and I sneeked. Then he left and I continued to pack pill after countless pill, with the sneeking suspicion that Dale the pharmacist was secretly laughing at me.

erin

10 days without an education...

Normally, if someone asked you how you'd like a two week vacation you'd say hell ya. But this is not normal. Nobody asked and they didnt say two weeks. So they just keep postponing it so that anxious people like me don't do fun things, like go to Van. to see their sisters, instead they staying home waiting for the teachers to do their jobs. I just wanna go to school now so I don't have to in July.










I wish I could write like Matt L and Jess.