Wakeup Call

She said, let this be a wakeup call, I just listened and smiled. Who is she kidding, I know her intentions were good, but the storm that is brewing in this system is far too strong, even for her to think that there will ever be a wakeup call. It would be better to command the dead to wake up, but not this one.

As long as he thinks the world is his oyster, nothing else matters. He keeps on treating his mother like a piece of old rug, he has no respect for her at all. But then again, I guess his mother does not mind being treated that way as long as the mullah keeps on rolling. In today’s life nothing else matters except those pieces of mullahs.

Now they are congregating to the next plan, they are the ones who wanted to believe that change they can, but alas they are at their own game again. When they get together all they know is talk, talk and talk. One person will start a story and everyone else will have their version to chip in. Will they ever get tired of such attics?

Anyways, his mother can cry as much as she wants, his eyes are blinded, his ears are deaf and his heart is empty. He likes to be bowed upon, anyone who wants to get into his good book, just be good in the ass licking job, of which I know many of them pass with excellent marks.

Good luck to all of you, ring me next and tell me if the alarm is loud enough for another wakeup call will ya?