The Same Scum

We waited on the porch, sitting in the sun.
waited for nothing.
After a couple of hours of talking
about nothing, we decided to take a ride
down the street to get some beer.
We drove in complete silence until we
got to the train tracks at the bottom of the hill.
the truck rumbled over the tracks,
causing our heads to jostle in unison.
The late afternoon sun was blinding,
and all I could think about was beer.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him look at me.
"Someone should drop a bomb on this town."
he said while shaking his head in disgust.
I took a deep breath,
tasted the stench of the nearby river,
and exhaled.
Still looking out of the window,
I began to think about my hatred for humanity,
and the dry rotted souls melting to their
plastic picnic chairs while watching the traffic.
I used to see them every morning on my way to work.
Their faces begged for escape,
and there was nothing I could do.
I turned to look at him,
"Yea, I know."