Hold Your Breath

hold you breath
and count to ten
if we wait for change
then we'll all be dead

 

not nearly due to reason's expected
they'll write it off as old age, maybe
but many stilled faces speak out
exhaustion  
or sorrow

 

we're just the next generation
passing the buck along
to tomorrow's
generation to borrow against

 

you'll hold your breath
and count to ten
already born into
deeper shit

 

well, even euphemism for that crap
doesn't sound all that inviting to me
what's that word they use, again?
oh yea,
debt

 

neck deep
neck tie
who can even kill themselves
when the cost of rope
and a chair
is going sky high?
and only rich people
can afford to jump
from a high rise

 

so get out of the bath
don't turn on the water
because if you fail to drown
water bill's really gonna cost ya

 

and don't hold your breath
and count to ten
if we wait for change
well, you know..

 

 

hey, you gotta laugh a little..

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allets's picture

Interesting Literary Frame

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Almost satire, near sneered unsanctimony. Futility, the ledge from which to retreat. Below a deep quagmire of salvationless doom, another nail, more glue to the framework surrounding profound commentary on the future. The tomorrow's generations will curse us as we do our war mongering bomb dropping forebears, an endless repeating human planted and propagated pattern. Petrie dished, we imagine approaching the cannabalistic stage. 

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Trapped by evolved history, now-products of plague we, the wise and weaker, stride on to the rock lyrics of the newest Fall. Eden was nice, we will say in serious rumination when civilization's boring trappings and "givens" vanish.

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Lady A

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lyrycsyntyme's picture

Profound commentary in your critical analysis

After nailing down my intent, there was so much said that is more powerful than my best effort : )