The meme of my generation
The meme of my generation
The cat jumped over the fool and you laughed and laughed and laughed
Your minds are made of pudding and you laugh and laugh and laugh
What’s a joke anyway?
There’s no angel headed hipsters,
only bants and weed and everybody allowing everything but nobody really liking anybody
Everybody’s a winner…yet cannot get up and out of beddy-byes because they want to wear women’s clothes or just feel different.
Broken hearts every day, mismatched purses allow female urges to take precedent
The truth is never candid and trees snap at the cackle of a gaggle of youthful fuckers
God is dead and the deceased walk among us, they plague our tv sets, billboards and dictate water cooler etiquette.
Violent paintings are banned and somebody dying on the news fills you with grief and you know not why?
And you don’t search and search and never find what’s tucked beneath the creaking.
Talking is outlawed and only available to cowboys who know how to dodge silvery bullets and chants of, ‘we don’t like you very much’
Nobody knows anybody and a secret is only gossip fodder
Everybody’s hurting but nobody really acts or attempts to become
A change is a blemish upon the human stain
The mad to live are tucked away and chastised
The boring to sing and the dullards to talk run rife
There is no facial expression
Revolution an ugly frog
Love and flirtation an icy road
There are some who have become mimes that never move, ‘why bother’ they write in another notebook.
There’s a dance among the near enough destitute when after nobody is around and
they’ve twinkled their toes and the rains come down and the juice has been devoured
they sing these words, “leave us alone, oh please one more day leave us the fuck alone”
There’s happy magic men and women
and how to happy magic men and women also
Science and inclusivity has reached an all time tedious
Theres no call to act or be cute for even a short stay at a cabin upon the riverside
Jack frost is a day dream for children only
The divisive line is all too clear and often shouted from coffee reading teens
Over and over and over and over the cycle of life decimates psychic understanding.
It’s the loudest world to date, the air carries distraction upon unnatural whims; everything screams defiantly before it is dismissed and superseded by the next comment and the next attempt at newness down the factory line.
It’s touted by generations that thickness and retardation is now cool and the ability to hold words that strangle has retracted into its luminescent coil.
The eight sided die has been replaced by one and still you laugh and you laugh and you laugh at the cat that means nothing or the picture of a thing that reminds you of another thing, yet the rules, the schemata of life never changes…it only feels as though it should, this breaks me most of all.
