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..
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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Profound commentary in your critical analysis
After nailing down my intent, there was so much said that is more powerful than my best effort : )