Join the new world

It was cold within and without the barracks that morning. I had enlisted as an alternative to growing old in the streets. Funny how you get used to being oppressed little by little. I recall as a child how America was free and how delicious the cheeseburgers we're. Now the cheese is rare, expensive, and if the serbians dislike you you get ratmeatburger. By the by ratmeatburger isn't that bad with loads of mustard and hot sauce. The small creep of day to day things fade yet we grow used to it until the work camps, restricted ownership, and you guessed it... proprietary cheeseburgers. The collapse of political control as far as I care doesn't mean as much as seeing people shuffled like playing cards on the street for the pleasure of power mad dictator of the week. I saw a man naking and bleeding from a head wound. The man had been a baker robbed literally of everything then shunned into the street. People drove around him, walked by not looking at this elderly exile. I admit I did nothing as well but then I was living on a half loaf of bread I found in the back seat of a parked car. But then again I think it might have just been the neighborhood pervert covered in strawberry jam saying he was hungry for something to eat him up. I don't really remember it so well as I was actually starving.

So, as I said it was cold within and without the day I enlisted. The train was heavy and hard yet I could feel purpose being molded inside my cold body. Then as chow time came the miracle of a real cheeseburger graced my u4 standard eating plate. As soon as I took a bite I knew the decision was made. Ever since that bodacious burger heavenly lathered in real cheese I would never be cold within again.


Next time on rabid scraps we hear about ice cream cones.