it's about strife in a community.
Things befall them. Divide they become. Slowly they are torn apart. Points of view are lost. Things taken the wrong way. They no longer mingle with each other. They start to play with other animals. Some of the other animals do not like them. A meeting of the grand convention of grasshoppers in called. Politics interfere. Arguments. Opposing view points. Arguments. Differences. Arguments. Views not the same. Mud slinging occurs. Big grasshoppers are angry. Little grasshoppers are crying. They left with their families and go their own way.
Some of the grasshoppers are all by themselves. Wandering alone, looking for a warm dry place to call their home. All alone, with no one to help them. Shivering, gripping their coats tightly. Yet, still stubborn as ever and unwilling to work with other grasshoppers. Some grasshoppers fall over and die from extreme cold. Chills run deep. But the blood still runs hot with anger. The nest is left unprotected. Everyone has left and gone their own way. Beatles come to invade their space. No one is there to defend the nest. The young ones are too little to fend for themselves. The beatles devour the children. Ripping them apart, tasting the sweet blood of innocent lives. Screams, blood curdling shrills fill the room, echoing for infinity.
Time is of the essence. Help is needed. An entire civilization is died, crumbling before our feet. The gathering must take place to rejoin all the lost souls and strays. What is needed? A feast, a sit-down, a game, maybe a disaster that tears everything apart, ruining the lives of many?
Taxi cab Theorems
Bluish thermoses containing piping hot coffee, starts the day. Time ticking is money gained. Rough bearded and wet from sweat, chain smoking, lighting a new cigarette with one that's almost done. Saga stories of inebriated woman and the loose tails that accompany it. Ways of overcharging people and still looking for a tip. How much could it cost to go to Syracuse? Lumpy seats... sceevy seats... where is there a newspaper when you need one? Those nasty seats. Yuck! Would you honestly look for a seat belt, digging your hands in-between those disgusting, grimy cushions? Rudeness and vulgarity is a plus. Actually it's a necessity. Never a favor, but always without fail, running through puddles, splashing everyone waiting on the street. Kindness with a devil's smile. Watch out for the cigarette butts that the cabbies flick at you as you step out of their cab. No heat in those steel cages.Freezing like a frigid and colder than outside. You wish for your stop to be near. You hope to be dropped off somewhere near your stop. Good luck!
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it's about strife in a community.