buried underground to rot all alone.

Jack Tait sat alone on a swing outside of his first school.  St.  Bonaventure.  An old school filled with memories.  some good.  some bad.  the bad ones always remaining while the good ones fly away into the cold winter’s night the way his Dad once flew away into the cold winter’s night.  Nights becoming days and days becoming weeks and weeks becoming months and months becoming years and years becoming decades and on and on it went.  Life moving too quickly for life itself.  Jack Tait at one point did not care but as he approaches his seventies he thinks about life and thinks about death more often.  a man once filled with Catholic lies and excitement for heaven is now filled with fear of leaving a place he loves even at it’s worst.
Jack Tait swung up on the swing and then swung back.  he swung up on the swing and then he swung back.  going higher and higher with every kick.  he looked around and saw no one.  not one soul.  he decided to jump off the swing so with one last big kick he did just that.  he sailed high into the air and landed on the empty field with worn out grass.  another successful landing.  Jack Tait was once a great athlete.  now he’s old and weathered.  his body beaten up or beaten down depending on who you get your info from.
Jack Tait decided to descend on the school where it all began.  He walked nakedly and tiredly to the front doors of the school.  He looked up at the small green wooden doors which were once huge heavy green doors.  They were beaten up or beaten down.  worn out.  left to rot the way many people are left to rot.  everyone looking out for themselves but pretending to care and posting phony love sayings on facebook and getting all of their phony friends and phony relatives to hit the “like” button.
Jack Tait is real in a phony world.
He entered the front doors and walked down the long empty old run down hallway.  he wanted to see his first teacher, Mrs. Scope.  Jack remembers how beautiful she was with her long brown hair and beautiful smile.  She was pleasant and nice and never yelled at him once.  Jack looked in a few of the empty classrooms and then a few of the full classrooms.  no one noticing him but him not noticing Mrs. Scope.  Finally an elderly lady with white hair stopped Jack.
“Can I help you sir?”  asked the elderly lady.
“Hi, I am looking for Mrs. Scope.”  answered Jack.
“May I ask who you are?”
“My name is Jack Tait and I was once a student of hers.”
“How long ago Jack?”
“Sixty years ago…oh…sixty years…ago.  I guess she’s retired.”
“She retired many years ago Jack.  She became quite ill with a very rare form of cancer.  When she retired she weighed eighty pounds and couldn’t speak any longer.  She died shortly after that.”
Jack stood there naked and stunned. 
“It was very sad Jack.  But at least the Lord is taking care of her now.  The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.”
“YEAH WELL WHY DOES THE LORD TAKETH AWAY ALL THE GOOD PEOPLE AND LEAVE THE ASSHOLES ON EARTH???”
“The Lord wants the good ones up in heaven with him.  They have done their job on earth.”
“WHY DO LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS GET RAPED AND WHY IS THERE SO MUCH TORTURE AND BLOODSHED IN THIS WORLD AND WHY DO LITTLE GIRLS GO MISSING AND ARE NEVER FOUND AND WHY ARE LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS BULLIED AND WHY IS THERE SO MUCH STARVATION AND WHY DID MY DAD DIE TOO???????”
“The Lord can only do so much Jack.  There will always be evil in this world.  Satan is a big part of this.”
Jack started running and screaming.  his one lonely ball dangling in the cold wind.
“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!!!!!!  ANYONE OUT THERE PLEASE HELP ME.  I AM SURROUNDED BY LIARS AND PHONIES.  CHEATS AND USELESS MAGGOTS.  I AM LIVING IN A WORLD WHERE THE AVERAGE IS APPLAUDED AND THE UNIQUE IS STOMPED ON OR STAMPED OUT.  JESUS FOLLOWERS AND KORAN READERS.  PLAYBOY BOOKS STUFFED INTO THE SHITTY WASHROOM TOILETS AND THE SHITTY LIBRARIES FILLED WITH OLD RICH USELESS BORING WRITERS FROM THE 18th CENTURY WHERE THE BULLSHIT FLUNG EVEN HIGHER.  HELP.  HELP.  HELP.  12 STEP PROGRAMS AND 12 STEPS TO LEAD A MORE FULFILLING LIFE COMBINED WITH SUNDAY CHURCH VISITS AND RANDOM SEXUAL ABUSES HAVE PUT ME INTO A STATE OF SHOCK AND A STATE OF ANGER.  I HAVE LISTENED TO THE BULLSHIT FOR ALMOST SEVENTY YEARS.  fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.  I am fucked.”
Jack Tait closed his eyes and hoped for a better life and a younger life but opened his eyes to wrinkles.  sagging skin.  churches.  banks.  bad shoe stores.  bad coffee shops.  bad grocery stores and bad beer.
he decided to close his eyes again and hope once more for a better life.
Jack Tait realizes he is fucked either way.  life will end and he will be buried underground to rot all alone.  and in four weeks he will be forgotten.