A barbed wire noose
Humanity’s sins
And wild, teenage rebellion:
A disenfranchised, powerless dictatorship
The world’s a wasteland, a hot mess
Suburban moms with the mark of the devil
Lower class slums fallen to the bottle
Upper classes high on reputation
The ringing in my ears
A funeral toll,
A wedding bell,
A war gong
Socialites turned into wrecks,
Turning to the streets in alcoholic desperation,
No kind strangers to spare them a glance
Living off of dog food ‘til death
Rules and regulations created by the clueless
And enforced by bullies
The future of the world mistreated and strangled,
Becoming tough weeds and vines, not adults
Scared refugee children,
Starving, diseased families, and
Nameless soldiers fighting another’s war
Is the world as we know it
Deserted towns,
Rats living off of half-eaten scraps,
Poets who refuse the company of others
(But are lonely anyway)
Does everyone die alone?
Waiting and waiting for nothing at all,
Days lost without even a mark,
Until another one bites the dust.
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