Think it’s time to give up.

End the pretense

That the world can see sense;

Nothing will change

While we wish for the same;

While we buy all their poison

And scramble for slops.

Watch protest just flop;

Watch passions wither

From inferno to ember.


Continue, consume,

Buy your gold-plated tomb;

Asphyxiation by avarice,

Lost in a sea of plastic bliss.

Morals elastic ignoring those tragic,

Or spastic or manic or panicked;

Stay in the gutter!

We’re nothing but clutter

Refusing to bend

As the world around ends.


Once overflowed cup

Trickled down,

Let us swim;

Now we’ve all given up;

Let us drown,

Let them win.


  1. Oh my, this is really an amazing poem, darling. I am moved by this, the flow of emotion is overwhelming. Thank you for letting me take a peek at your heart’s stasis. Good job!

    Hey, I am Ragazza, please don’t hesitate to visit my blog page, I would love to connect with you. Cheers.

    P.S. Do not let them win.


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