Drown

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.