what we have become

easy to mock now,

no more barriers,

no more inhibitions,

godlessness the avant-garde,

cool, hip, chic;

truth irrelevant;

poetry an abstraction,

a train wrecked shambles,

a self-indulgent journey into

self-imposed decadence,

the only purpose

masturbation of the mind;

without rhyme,

but more importantly,

without reason;

snotty, excitable little twits

so full of themselves they can barely walk,

writing about things they understand

even less,

fluffy little balls of bullshit,

stuck in the diarrhea of their words,

political correction and self-satisfaction

going hand in hand;

a religion for the masses;

everyone is a poet today,

everyone a self-made god,

everyone is okay and getting better,

everyone is capable of greatness,

everyone is master of their own fate;

it is our culture,

it is our society,

it is our psychology,

it is our national anthem;

it is what we have become.

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