I saw the best minds of my generation deprived of purpose,
starved for attention and meaning
parading themselves through the social halls of networked experiences promising a sliver of salvation and the sanctity of exceptionalism
devil-dreaming hipsters, the scorched-earth remnant phantoms of a forgotten history
embryonic afterthoughts evangelizing through lip-synced sentiments
stolen moments and fractured facades
force fed into the feeds to feed a need so unnecessary and exploitative it exposes and expresses an exhaustion of the popular populace
the egolistic cry of the lost
overstimulated and malnourished on the precipice of a promised tomorrow that has been out for delivery for a decade or more
maybe it’ll arrive in the morning
by dawn’s early light, breath held tight…but we have to be able to make it through tonight
howling mad and mistempered in our engagements
drowning desperate in the delirium of the misinformation age
mordant missionaries of social, serialized gods
all of a false, fictitious nature
networks of despair steeped in the dereliction of the soul
the determination of the soulless
I saw the worst minds of my generation supplied of purpose,
amplified and platformed for potential chaos
cascading failures of the social systems and safety nets of order, rule and decorum pressed on the pages of buried leads and bartered truths
social-sainted fixtures of the screaming void victorious
necrotic narcissism mainlined and mainstreamed to the masses
endless cycles of nonsense and nefarious narratives
negligent fictions designed to disrupt with their divisive dictums and entropic edicts
undoing the threads of the favorable deliverance, and instead keeping the dial set on double losses
destined for greatness, but only of demise
spare a thumb
just a crumb for the numb who’ve succumb
maybe it’ll arrive in the morning…hallelujah
